.. and explored further. This wasn't a one off. Photo afterphoto had gone back and forward, him flexing, her leaning, pouting,reclining, and, in one p...oto that mercifully excluded her face,spreading. Well, as long as he was paying the bills. She took her cameraand pointed it at the mirror. Pouting, she fluttered her eyelashes,popped the top two buttons of her blouse, and pushed her shouldersforward. Her breasts heaved against the confines of the tight bra, fulland proud beneath prominent. ”I walked into the next meeting room and sat in the front row. The Texas coach saw me and nodded to me. Several coaches noticed and came to sit by me. Coach groupies? Anyway, he was his normal great self. His talk was more about living a full life as a coach and not getting locked into only the job. He mentioned that he made regular time to be alone, away from home, with his wife for dinner or a movie.I had come to that conclusion when I got together with my wives. I had been a workaholic. "Good morning," he said. "Good morning," I whispered back. "Breakfast?" Images rushed back to me. How I pled with him. How he collared me--the collar I still wore. How he used my mouth. "Thank you, but I'm not hungry," I said. "Coffee, then?" "I should go, actually." He frowned. "You don’t want to do that." No, I didn't. I wanted to know more about this man. I wanted to stay, have breakfast, and laugh about stupid things over orange juice, but this wasn't the morning after a date. He. She lay on the sand comfortably, topless. That day not being a weekend, it wasn’t very crowded yet I could see some Indian guys stealing glances towards Rhea, pretending to be taking strolls. I felt proud as if I possessed her. Actually, I had got possessed by Rhea. We played with the waves and with each other, spraying water, running, grabbing. Nobody minded us. At one point I grabbed her underwater, and kissed her there. She broke free in the middle of the kiss, laughing.It was dusk when we.