“Six-seven.”“I’m six-two,” she admitted with a sly smile.“Can I interest you in a coffee and a muffin if we can find a place?” I asked.�...�Sure. Let me get my bag. What about your clothes?” she wondered.“Same place as yours, probably; in the locker area behind the announcer’s stand. Let’s have a look.”We found both our sport bags just where they were left, clearly marked. I had no intention of changing, merely pulling my jeans on over my shorts and slipping on a sweatshirt over my running vest.. ..'how the hell do you know?'.Well I was soon to find out.Marco had been messing about all day in class.We sat together & we both hated maths so we'd spend the lesson whipering to each other about all kindsa shit.The teacher was a bit of a wimp & other than the occasional,"Will you two please be quiet & concentrate",we'd be pretty much left alone sat at the back of the room."So mate,waddya reckon...is Mr.A a homo or what? I fink he is".Oh so today we'd be discussing the sexuality of. He untied me and ordered me to get into bed. He smiled and returned back to my own bedroom, with Anita…The door was closed and I heard the key turn in the lock.Shortly after, the fucking noises started again and our bed creaked, while that bastard called my wife a slutty dirty whore, while she moaned and screamed.It took a while before the noises stopped and the house went quiet. Next morning, I woke up early and got ready some coffee.I could hear from the kitchen my wife’s moaning screams.I. After a while she got to feeling better about what we had done, and feeling excited that she had lost her virginity. ‘No” she said, “Given her virginity”. To me. She asked me if it was good, I told her “Morgan, you were incredible. Your pussy is so tight I could barely get it in. It was amazing” I told her she might want to get up and wash up, since she had cum all over her and it was gonna start stinking up the place. The whole room smelled like sex. She got up, got dressed and we made our way.