Divorced assistant. The excitement of a game. Goal! The coaches hug more and more, even when there’s not one.Sometimes when Barb was coming straight...from work and nobody but the team was around, she’d just pull off her blouse and don her sweatshirt that said “Coach” in little flowers. The team bought it for her. It didn’t matter that I saw; we had our boundaries.And OK, maybe I looked a little more when she changed close by, and maybe she even knew it, but it was just a temporary boundary. The arriving students would never stand a chance at resisting assimilation. Before the first person arrived, Donald had excreted a steady stream of pheromones around the back lawn and at a few strategic locations inside the house, then some of the quasi-narcotic compound was added to the refreshments as well.First to arrive had been four junior boys, all from the swim team, followed quickly by an assortment of juniors and sophomores from a couple of different activity groups. Even as they. What do I have to do?" I want to dress u up like me, put you on the web cam and publicly humiliate you"I agreed and before I knew it was dressed in white panties, skirt, white socks and a little white bra. My ties were painted pink and my lips too. She walked me too the camera and turned it on.Things jotted up fast, as I danced for the cam, she appeared behind me, armed with a massive strap on."Bend over bitch and fucking shut up"I did so my pre cum already dribbling out of my 3 inch dick. I. ."She suddenly became silent because I had finally been able to locate her mouth and had put my lips over hers and, with that, I reached two goals; I got her to be quiet and I got a hot kiss.My hands soon found her breasts and realized that they were the size of a fifteen-year old girl's, not the mature woman's breasts that I had fondled only a few hours earlier.Curious, I let my hand slip down between her thighs and I felt her take a little side step with one of her legs, giving me free access.