Mister Brown was a heavy-set man in his late thirties who seemed to be always chewing on a toothpick like it was part of his personality. He had a ter...ible broken nose that just ruined his good looks because the thing that impressed me the most was that he was muscular like a wrestler or a fighter. His wife Gwen was not much to look at but I will give her credit for being slender and agile. She told me that she had been a cheerleader in high school, but I couldn't picture her in a cheerleader. She could see that Ms. Orchard even now while trying to look stern and disapproving couldn’t keep her eyes off of Brie, and was once again becoming aroused. “Actually we don’t need to talk about anything” she said rising to one elbow she brushed a hand against Ms. Orchard’s cheek and then grabbed the back of her head. Ignoring Ms. Orchard’s weak protests she brought her lips to her own and finally kissed the confused coach. Julie wanted to stop her; she wanted to sternly tell her that what. Once his cock was trapped, Karen released it and stood up. "Get on the bed," she ordered, giving him a shove. Confused and aroused, Jared tripped along, stumbling onto the bed. Rolling over onto his back, he saw Karen crawling up the bed towards him, wearing a diaphanous blue tube-top and a tiny skirt of the same material. Those massive tits of her bulged out from the top, her nipples poking through the top but not quite visible. She grabbed hold of his cock with one hand and began working it. "Lets play truth or dare!" The game started out very tame, lots of truth questions that got us up to speed on what we had been getting up to since the last time we played. Questions like "Where and when was the last time you masturbated?" or "Have you been caught jerking off by anyone?". The first few dares were more silly than anything else, stick your dick in ice water, strip naked and do jumping jacks, just goofy stuff like that. All the talk and flashing was starting to get us horny again.