In a hurry, it seemed like she was drinking water from afountain instead of cum, she was swallowing so much. Pulling away from thedick, she stood up a...d dusted off her knees."Come on, Marilyn," Coach said, checking off her name on the attendancesheet. "Let's get on to class now! And be careful with yourself. I'll giveyou permission to change by yourself, but please keep episodes like this to aminimum, OK? I'll try to discreet about, your...er...," she said, giving theslowly shrinking cock a. "Remember, you don't know me. I don't know you. You're a mean, nasty, brutish barbarian and I'm the sweet princess." He laughed, shook his head some more and wandered off back to the house.I sat there in anticipation, waiting for his return. Every sound made my head jerk around anxiously, wanting to see him before he arrived. I was tremendously aroused and kind of light headed, almost trembling as I waited, but at the same time I was a little frightened and anxious.I knew I would be hurt, oh,. Now she was home at last. She went into the bathroom, closed the door, but not all the way and flicked on the light. From my vantage point on the bed, with the covers up around my shoulders, I could just make her out between the edge of the door and the door-frame. She was obviously looking at herself in the mirror. However, as she stood there in that little shaft of light, I saw her place her right hand on her ass. She rubbed it as if it were sore, and then she slowly pulled up the hem of her. I probably should have been embarrassed with myself but strangely I was a little proud.Before hand when I crossdressed it was simply about my sexual release, primarily achieved through me masturbating. However last night I hadn't even touched my dick. I had an orgasm, a powerful one, but it felt different. After my sexual release when I jacked off, I often lost my sexual desire and often felt ashamed. But my sexual release last night from my deflowering just made me hornier.And frankly I didn't.