Coach Simmons: wow, we going to have to make these meetings a regular thing. See you next time.Ethan pulled his pants up and left her office as the l...st bell had rang and it was the end of the day. On the way home he kept replaying what happened in his head. He couldn’t believe his strict and stern coach was such a slave when it came to sex. He was smiling brightly all the way home and for the rest of that day.The next morning was a Saturday so school wasn’t something he had to worry about.. They knew we were all watching, and that was when I saw her. Patsy. I can’t imagine how I missed seeing her when they first came in, but she was gorgeous, about 5ft 8, shapely, and at least a 22 dress size. Well, so after the usual eyeing up had taken place, we got to talking, she and me. She’d had a few, as had I, so there wasn’t any false modesty. She knew what she wanted, and so did I, and it wasn’t long before I was showing her into my flat. Our first kiss was a sloppy wet affair, tongues. ."Sarah wondered who her daughter could be imagining. Whoever it was, he would be fiercely complimented if he knew that all of this ecstasy was being traced around the vision her daughter had of his caress and handsome features.She smiled to herself and opened her housecoat slightly, her fingers moving into the soft, moistly curling triangle between her legs almost reflexively. In the eight months since she had converted to a convinced swinger, she had discovered to her amazement that watching. We were the only "non working" girls in the place, the four of us; already we'd been propositioned several times drunks who'd mistaken us for prostitutes.Honest mistake, I thought – although a bit of observation would reveal that the hookers worked singly or in pairs, approaching the men as they sat at their tables. The four of us sat semi-huddled at a table in the back trying our best to radiate an unapproachable attitude.The cheering died down. "Are you ready for a show?" the man asked. This.