Tyler Day was the nineteen year-old son of the physics teacher at the same high school where Jim had been employed. And, the barely legal twink was a ...ne-time piano student of Jim’s wife. Interestingly, as cliche as it was, Tyler had even served as waterboy for the coach’s Golden Tornadoes team when he was a pupil.“Ooh, Coach O! Eat that boypussy,” shrieked the local community college student. “Your tongue feels so good, Daddy!”The coach smacked the tender, tiny bubble. “Oh my god! I want you. He just gave a smile and told me not worry. I made him sit on my sofa and went into the kitchen to fetch him some water. My plan is in action and very soon I’ll be his little slut. I came out and as I was about to serve him the glass, I pretended to let the glass slip and let it fall, all over his lungi and my T-shirt. I apologized profusely and told him not to worry. The water made my T-shirt transparent so he could get a clear view of my beautiful breasts. My nipples were erect and my pink. We have to turn it over to the cops, or the company?" I asked it looking her in the eyes."We do what we have to do to survive Maxine. You know that is our way. We will try to keep it open and legal. That is your way and we respect it."What she didn't say, was that if for some reason the cops, or the company couldn't, or wouldn't handle it, there were about twenty people in town, who could make the pope disappear. It was something everyone hoped wouldn't be necessary, but it was doable.I turned. Doug went to go to the bathroom and I asked Laurie if she had thought any more about what I'd said the night before. She said if I wanted her to do it, she would! I told her to remove her panties and start hiking up her nightgown so Doug would get a chance to see her pussy. She reached down and pealed her panties off. We were in business! Doug came back to the room and sat across from us. Laurie had hiked up her gown and only a fool would have missed the sight of her pussy as she moved around.