"What the hell is going on here?" he whimpered.Meanwhile in Sam's room, he too was sitting on the bed confused andfrightened. He was looking at his sm...ll hands, his pretty slenderfingers and sharp nails. His left hand then moved to his long brunettehair which hung over his shoulders. He felt it, letting the thick hairrun between his fingers."Why?" he whispered.He then looked down and placed his right hand on his right breast. Hethen slowly slipped it down, feeling the fabric of his school. He pulls into the apartment complex and asks, “Which one are you in?”“It’s right there on the corner, top floor,” she answers, pointing in the direction of her apartment. “Thank you so much, Alan Denning.”He pulls into a parking space. “It’s no problem. I hope your day turns out better.”“Same to you,” she says, giving him a quick smile. Then she opens the door and slips out.Alan watches her as she begins to climb the stairs. I did it! He has managed to avoid temptation and woo the woman.. Everything about her looked elegant and 1st class. She had on a perfect fit white silk blouse and tight black satin knee length skirt that suggested that she had one of those hourglass figures to die for. She had blonde hair and big clear beautiful blue eyes and wore very classy jewelry. One of the pieces was a bejeweled necklace which had several keys hanging just above some sexy cleavage, very similar to Francine's, but these breasts looked very real and voluptuous, unlike Francine who I had. Whew! I made it back into the locker room and took off my jockstrap as my rock hard cock slapped against my stomach. I don't think Coach noticed. I grabbed my towel and went to the showers. As I was soaping up my body and cleaning my cock, I turned around to see Coach Kennedy walk into the community shower room. "Mind if I join you? The coach's shower room doesn't have hot water." "Not at all" I said as I tried to hide my hard-on even more now. Coach took off his t-shirt and I saw his six-pack.