.. if my oaf of a husband will let me, I'll tell you why." Oaf... ?" the injured husband said, as if he could barely speak."Go ahead, Maryanne. Explai...." Why should she-" Hold off, Steve, let her talk and then you'll get your chance." It's simple. My husband doesn't have a clue how to make a woman happy?" Well that's simple enough, Maryanne. Perhaps you might elab-" If she would try to get into it, we would-" Me? You're blaming me. You're-" If you two would stop interrupting each other, maybe. The parents all applauded every kid, and there were a lot of very happy players, proudly showing off their certificates. It made it all worth the hard work. I even got about a hundred dollars in extra tips from parents, by way of thanks.For the competitive group, I knew that a weaving pattern wasn't going to do it, so during the last week of sessions, we worked on showy passes and schemes. Heel give-and-go passes, special signals for throw-ins, and taking high passes off their heads and then. He loved it when I did that to him - always did the trick to get him hard as rock. I kissed his neck all over while I kept grinding up and down on his shaft through the fabric of his boxers. My mouth moved downwards and I licked his nipples and made them hard. I followed his happy trail till my lips where right above his crotch. Slowly I took the edges of his boxers and slipped it off.His penis was standing up, waiting to be sucked between my willing lips. With my hand I grabbed his shaft and. .." the masseur said, and it was then that I realized that she wasreally ahe. "... Relax your body."Doing as I was told, I relaxed. Soon I could feel her, no, his fingerstrace back between my cheeks. They withdrew for a second, before comingback, slick with oil as they pushed past my sphincter."I show you a good time..." he said, and in my wanton state of mind, Icould hardly say no.The fingering, the feeling of it, was utterly erotic, unlike anything Ihad ever felt before. He was so gentle. The.