Chapter 2-The Coach's Wifeaaaaah that feels sooo good master Bev yelled . She was the Coach's wife & she was spending the day with her maledom Paul a... the fraternity house . It was the second day of spring break and the 55year old married nymphomaniac housewife was spending her day getting fucked in the ass ( amongst other things )by her college age Master Paul. He had lubed his monster pole &was know stretching & gaping her 3rd hole. .Bev now had a sexy wiggle to her walk ,thanks to all. “Well, I, uh…” I couldn’t say it.“See? He’s probably just turned on or something. He’s probably not used to, you know, the way we talk.” Morgan turned to me and gave me a humorous ‘fuck yeah’ smile. “We own it!”“Morgan, seriously…” Taylor protested.“Seriously?” Morgan asked Taylor in turn. “Look, Quinn, whatever. You’re a virgin, we get it, but we should be allowed to talk about what we want, okay? Just because you’ve never seen a pair of boobs doesn’t mean we can’t talk about ours.”Taylor was. At the appropriate time the neighbors wished me luck and I walked back to Margaret’s house. I stood on the porch in front of her door with a bottle of wine in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other. Margaret had been very vague about the details of what she had planned and this left me with no idea of what to expect. After minutes of nerve wracking indecision, I finally decided to follow Lady Macbeth’s advice to ‘screw your courage to the sticking-place,’ and rang the doorbell. I dropped it like a hot potato. Too late! It reached out some sort of tentacle and grabbed my hand, then began flowing over my skin. In seconds, I was covered completely, from my neck down, in this molecule-thin layer of shiny stuff, then it began flowing up my face and into my hairline.I could move freely, and when I touched the wall to hold myself up from the shock, I could feel the wall through the material as if my hands were bare. I looked down and, with relief, saw that, while there was.