I had been coaching Julie's son for a couple years, and would likely be coaching him for several more years, as he would be starting high school next ...ear, at the Catholic School where I coached. I had visited with Julie and her husband Dave before and after games briefly. These discussions were always brief and courteous; they seemed to be a friendly and happy couple.This past Saturday, we had a 9 AM Game, after the game I exchanged the usual small talk with parents including Julie and Dave.. "We need a dry head here, and the head normally stays moist under the foreskin. We can hasten drying with some digital manipulation." Digital manipulation?" I asked."Yes, like this." Her fingertips touched me lightly all over the head of my penis, and she waved it in the air a few times. She used her other hand to pull down on the skin of my shaft, stretching the foreskin, and allowing more air to get at it. In a moment, she pronounced it sufficiently dry."Now, the way this works ... we begin. I thought my dick was going to melt inside her hot dripping snatch. While riding me, I ran my hands down her sides and put my hands on her hips, helping her thrust onto my cock. I then grabbed her miniskirt, which was bunched up around her waist, and with both hands, tugged on it as if her miniskirt were the reigns and she was my fuck pony. Riding me like a rodeo horse, she ripped off her shirt and threw it across the room in a heat of passion. Now she was only wearing her min-skirt and high. She was reluctant to marry me because she said she knew she could not change, and yet she had many times said she was in love with me.I had a choice, let her enjoy her excesses of sex now and then or look for another woman to wed.It took over a year for me to make up my mind. I loved her enough to take her as she was.We found over a long period that she could control her sexual urges with the use of a vibrator toy and me.I had to resort to oral sex after I had drained my nuts and prostrate.I.