I can’t believe I lost my virginity to my coach! It took at least half way through his ruining my ass for my hole to get relax and get used to the s...ze. By then I closed my eyes as my moans of pain turned into moans of joy and pleasure. With my eye closed comfortable, I pretended that Victor was fucking me and not Mr. Walsh. I couldn’t stop moaning while I was pretending Mr. Walsh was Victor. I soon blacked out. I didn’t remember any of what happened during my black out. That’s how I know Mr.. George was moaning saying So good! He pulled his knees up to his head, I fingered his young bum adding a third oily finger, his hole was so accommodating if I pushed any harder I would be fisting him. My prick was rock hard, I got between his legs removed my fingers and stuck my prick in to replace them. George opened his eyes as I entered him and said Yes, please I pushed forward and my prick slid deeper and deeper till I was all in. I fucked his asshole, my prick thrusting in and out till I. At this time my panties were soaking wet. Every time I moved my legs I could feel the wetness against my waxed pussy. He just smiled again, “Lalo it is then.” I smiled at him and then excused myself. I had to get away from him before I soaked through my panties and my work out shorts. I walked into the women's locker room to see if I can fix the problem. Once I got in the locker room I went to take a shower. The only thing I could think about was Alex and I kept getting wetter and wetter. Once. Now I had already learned the game of Go from my father, who was a master, having been graded at the 6th dan by Master Kobusi himself. My father played Go in the same manner in which he conducted his business dealings, at once delicate and ruthless. Some part of my mind was attuned to the living patterns of the stones, and it was not long before I became my father’s equal in this most masculine of games. In Joseki, or skirmish tactics, I was daring and shrewd, and my father had learned to fear.