Since we were relaxed and talking and the feeling was calm and loving, I decided to take my chance."Where do we go from here, Al? I told you how I fel... years ago when I wrote you that letter trying to explain my actions. I don't know if you ever read it since you never responded but everything I said in that letter is still true. I never stopped loving you and I never wanted any other man but you. That night with Woody I kept thinking of you and how you loved what I did for you and how you. By the time Dan had gone up two floors, he was alone in the elevator except for two girls, both clarinet players. He thought their names were Janey and Melissa, but he wasn't quite sure. Apparently sharing a room, they were chit-chatting about their hair and what they were going to do that night."Janey and Melissa, right?" asked Dan."Yeah, that's us. You're....Dan?" the blonde-haired Janey replied. Janey was about average height with long bleach-blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. She had an. As I rubbed gently, I felt his cock start to rise up inside, pushing more globs of cream out of the front. Quite a lot of it began to run out of the bottom, leaving sticky white trails down his legs. I couldn’t help laughing; it looked so funny.“What a lot of white mess,” I giggled.“I’m going to give you some more white mess in a minute,” he said.This was such fun, especially knowing there was no way we weren’t going to end up fucking quite soon. I slipped my hand inside the front of his boxers. -SDFebruary 20, 2011 – Dear Stepdaddy: Tell Me WhyDear Stepdaddy,What could ever convince a 34-year old male gymnastics coach, with a long and notable career (including, according to police blotter in our local paper, a first alternate position for the 2000 Sydney Olympics) that he ought to have sex with one of his adolescent athletes?-- Outraged in OregonDear Outraged,That's easy: an opportunity and the belief that he might get away with it.- SDP.S. to other gymnastics coaches, Sunday School.