While I was at the GYM I saw the Coach. We headed to the locker room and the Coach started to approach me but I stopped him. "What's up Mark?" he aske... me."I'm sick of these quickies in the fucking locker rooms. Can we fucking go somewhere?" I have a confession to make," he said to me, "My wife knows about...us."Before I could ask how..or why..he continued, "She was looking for a bra of hers that went missing and she was digging through the closet. She moved my GYM bag and she noticed there was. As I watched, I sprung a full blown hard on, just looking at her. Then as I slowly stroked my shaft, Melissa started rubbing her milky tits. They must have been hurting her, because she kept rubbing at them. I couldn't take the sight of her hands caressing those luscious milk filled globes, and spurted out a huge load against the window sill. Shortly after that Melissa disappeared into the house.The next day was Sunday and I slept in until 10 in the morning. I finally got up, showered and got. ..”Brenda cut her off, directing her, “After what you and Sam shared this weekend, I hardly think you have any secrets remaining. In fact, after what Ben and I shared, I think that any pretense of secrets is laughable. Sam showed you what you have been missing, and what you have been wanting all along. Ben showed me why you have been missing it. Tell Sam about your conversation with Britney, and start now. Don’t you agree, Sam?”I was not about to start going off on my own tangent now, after the. This hadn’t bothered Stephen one little bit. With so many lovely, nude females around him it wouldn’t have mattered if they had added another hundred years ... the girls of BSC were just that good. Now he was sitting opposite another exceptionally pretty one, and not only that she had just jerked and sucked him off. How much better could life be? Once again Stephen Bartell had no idea about what was just around the corner for him and just how much better life at BSC was going to get!His dreamy.