I looked at the clock and I had plenty of time. I know Santa Monica very well, so finding the place was going to be easy.I went to my closet and I beg...n looking and looking, I had nothing sexy or skimpy. I did not have anything that would make me look slutty. I did have an old cheerleader outfit from my high school years; it was the shortest thing that I owned. The question in my mind was, could I still get into it? I mean it had been almost six years since I last had it on. I did wear it a few. Only Michelle was much gentler than Charles. But she was so horny that she accepted him in her own sexual arousal. He really do not too bad of a job so she had no complaints."So you finely gave in and made love to him," Michelle stated taking a sip of tea."It was more out of lust than anything else. I would have fucked the pope if he were the only one around." I just had to have sex. I was looking forward to it but Charles ejaculted almost he had it in me. But he made up for it by eating me. In the two months following the party, right before I quit, we had successfully played our Game four times, where we go to some hotel or motel lounge separately and I'd watch my wife get picked up for sex; the first was a month later at my wife's best friends wedding reception, and then the next three weeks in a row - after my wife had confessed that she had really enjoyed it. Now that we were both working days it was a lot easier to have quality time for our recently upgraded Game. My first. We’re all victims, here.”“You’re right, son. I’ll see if they’ll listen to me.”The coaches stayed a little longer and then went home to their families. Coach Bryson kept his promise about talking to Jennifer’s parents. When they showed up just after dinner Kevin thought it must have been some talk. Jennifer’s Mom asked, “Kevin, how are you doing?”“I’m not in any physical pain at the moment, but my emotional pain is almost unbearable.”Mr Thompson responded, “And I’m sorry we weren’t there for.