Mr. Diaz was a married man, muscular, good looking hunk. His wife was working at a senior position somewhere else. It was known in whispers that Mr. D...az was a womanizer and someone I knew; had been naked in bed with him to the best of my information and belief. No wonder, I was surprised and happy also to see him in the bath house. He was at least 6’ tall like me and if it came to, I would fuck him without a second thought although he was at least 40-45; more than double of my age. I took a. Sammie still clung to his mother's neck. I'd never really felt that close to my sister up until then, but I admired the way that she had raised her own daughter without a partner. It was a now familiar story: she and her boyfriend, Sarah's father, were engaged, but he was in the armed forces and was killed in one of those faraway countries that most people had never heard of. My mother took my wife's arm and led her into the kitchen, while my dad ushered me into the sitting room."She seems very. The coach was precisely the kind of man Trevor wanted to own. He had what amounted to absolute power over the teens on his football team. He was 52 years old, six foot four, with gray hair pretty much everywhere except the large bald spot on his head.He had been a linebacker at a major college but never got a chance at the pros. He was broad-shouldered and muscular, and had kept himself in excellent shape over the years. The problem was, like the other bears who had approached Trevor, he wanted. Just wanted to let you know that I’ve already left for work. So when you leave, please lock the door after you.And hide the key - you know where.I saw the key on the table. And thought to myself, ‘Hmm...I'm alone in the whole house right now!’His mom was a stewardess on a plane, so I knew she would not come home for at least 2 days again. Wow, this is great! I turned around and headed straight to his mom's bedroom. I went in and I could still smell her scent in the room. Mmmm, it got me hard.