Chapter TwoI'd been at Davenport's for three years and married to Michael for fourwhen my world began to fall apart. If I am honest with myself, I'd h...dmy suspicions for a long time but, as always, I buried them under ablanket of excuses. Until the day I found a lipstick mark around the flyon his boxer shorts. It certainly wasn't my lipstick, I have never wornpurple, it doesn't suit my complexion. Equally certain is that it didn'tget there by accident. I have tried to work out a way, you do. ..The alarm on Tammy Harris' iPhone went off waking her from her naughty slumber. She had a t-shirt and panties on. Those panties were now wet from that dream she had. She put her hand down her panties and fondled herself briefly, breathing harder. Tammy was by herself that night. Her husband, JD, worked the night shift. Their two kids were asleep. With her naughty thoughts about her husband quickly coming to her head, Tammy bit her plump lip and looked for her favorite toy. Her favorite toy. Richards knelt in front of the girl- like a little league baseball coach consoling a pitcher who just let up three runs. His stance looked sympathetic, but his words had a razor edge that meant business. "You are only making things worse for yourself Penny. Stop crying this minute and get ahold of yourself!"She looked at him with her hands clasped together tightly. Richards continued. "They are relying on you, Penny! Don't you understand? Their senior projects are due in a few weeks! Don't you. It was high and tight, a true bubble butt. I'd walk around the locker room after gym wiggling and shaking it. The guys would laugh and occasionally smack it hard. Most days I'd go home with a bright red hand print. This did cause a few problems when a few of my girls saw them. I'm mean what's a girl to think when she's laying there getting her stud's cock and she looks at a mirror and sees a large hand print on her stud's ass.Having my ass played with was one of my favorite things. Touched,.