Fuck me, Coach ... Fuck my ass!" I said in between gasps and breaths and groans.I could hardly believe I was begging a man to fuck me, saying words li...e that. I was only in the 8th grade! But there I was, being totally used by a man older than my daddy, feeling his hot hard dick jammed into my hungry asshole. I was a boy for him and I wish I'd brought my strap-on! Next time, I promised myself, next time I'd have it just so I could see it and know I was a boy like Coach said I was. He didn't. After the wedding he was desperately eager to claim her body. But inthe honeymoon suite she began talking about how inadequate his peniswas. She snapped at him to give her the usual pussy licking, afterwhich she would let him have his fun. Totally cowed by that time, hedid as he was told. Kat had a loud climax and then said, "All right,Bobby. Get up here alongside me, on your back." Once he was inposition she began to finger his little dick. He moaned and twitchedunder her teasing. This time though she had a grey nylon jacket on. And the same suede boots and today Black shiny spandex trousers. This was the sign to me that she was looking for sex, as it was not the type of clothing you would expect to see on the street during day time. It was the sort of clothing you may expect to see in one of the trashier night clubs. The next day I decided to take a walk about the time she would be walking her dog hoping to bump into her. And just as I thought she was going to be a no. He looked at Leila and she was physically a wreck in front of him. A year earlier, she was a healthy 25 year old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, a shapely 38C-26-38 and 148 pounds. But stress, lack of appetite and cocaine use had caused her to drop to 131 pounds and her eyes had the hollowed look of a substance abuser. Moreover, Leila didn’t have the good sense to come to court like she was dressing for Sunday church. Instead, she was in a leopard mini-dress, a low cut club dress with torn white.