You realize I’m watching you and you give me a wicked grin. I wonder what’s going through your mind. You indicate with pressure from your hands th...t you want me to get up. ‘What?’ ‘Turn around.’ ‘Oh, okay.’ I get up, turn around and re-straddle your hips. My hair covers your chest and face and you enjoy the softness and fragrance of it. I think, ‘Hey, this is cool.’ I run my finger around the tip of you cock and then run my hand down the shaft to your balls. When I start tickling your inner. And he won’t be back for,” and his eyes left me and looked up at the clock. When he looked away from me, I looked down quickly, and was horrified to see the horribly obvious tent in the front of my pants. “At least half an hour.” A devilish grin popped onto his face and he started to unbutton his jeans. “Come here,” he said, slowly pulling down his zipper. I was a fucking mess. I didn’t know what was happening. All I wanted was to give the coach his keys back and go home. But, I. He moved his tongue and finger faster, causing me to grab his hair and pull him closer, wanting more. He could feel my body getting ever closer to a climax, and he stopped and covered my body with his own. He slid is member into the opening of my sheath and slowly pushed his way inside. I could hear him moan as he slid fully inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his back for support. He began to move out of me and then push back in rhythmically. His pace quickened. Martin was considering a divorce. If I didn't do something, I was going to lose everything. If he found out I might lose it all anyway. My mind raced should I tell him or try to keep the secret."Should I just ask your mother?"A cold fear ran through me. If he asked her, she just might tell it all. Her version wasn't the whole truth, but it would surely be enough to drive a wedge between Martin and me. One that might not be repairable. I couldn't breath suddenly. I wanted to run away, but I knew.