Insatiable? No I dont think so. Are you complaining? Not at all. The water around us. The open air. This God. It is wonderful. He bends his head down ...nd kisses me deeply. His kiss trails back to the wound and starts licking it again. I wrap both of my legs around him now. Pulling him in deeper. He bites into the wound. I cry out and grab him closer loving the feeling of it. He pulls away and looks at me. He has a bit of blood on his lips so I pull him down and lick it off, Mmmmm, I moan. He. TODAY! If I hear any of you mentioning this again, you’ll do ‘40s’ until your tongue is dragging in the mud! Have I made myself clear?”“Yes, Sir, Coach!” was shouted by everyone in the locker room except me. I was just too mentally taxed to think straight or even reply.During practice, I played like my brain was still in ‘post-orgasmic haze mode’. Physically, my passes were still strong and accurate, but I made a ton of stupid decisions based on the read I saw in our defense. I also turned the. He was rock-hard before he even turned the water on. Stepping back so the warm spray fell straight on his crotch, he closed his eyes and wrapped his hand around his cock and mentally fleshed out his image of the sultry dominatrix a bit more. Curly dark hair that flowed in little ringlets over the tops of her breasts, as she looked down at him ... he wasn't very far into the fantasy before he was kneeling on the floor of the shower, all the water passing over his head as he needed to be kneeling. "Well, goodnight," she said, bringing our conversation to a close.I never found out who she had dinner with, or why she was so late callingme."Goodnight Grace," I replied.And just like that, my hopes were dashed, and I returned to the quiet,tormented world that was my imagination. Why wouldn't she volunteer withwhom she went out to dinner? She must have been with a man. A man? WasGrace using our pre-marital separation to sew some last wild oats? Shewouldn't, I kept telling myself. So why.