Chloe heard her mother ask him if he had company for the night, knowing that his Secretary had accompanied him on the trip. When she had finished the...call, she told Chloe her father would be screwing his secretary all night.“The silly bitch thinks l don’t know,” Ann chuckled, “if only she knew your father says it’s like fucking a bag of sand. But it keeps her happy and she thinks that one day he will leave me for her.”“You don’t think that do you Mum?” Chloe asked.“Oh no,” Ann replied, “in. They were members of my church. Last I heard, they were going through a messy divorce. This had to be tough on Tyrone. Poor kid. I introduced him to William Ripley, the Head Football Coach. Ripley was a stocky red-haired, fifty-something Irishman from Boston. He left one of the major universities down there when they did away with their football program. I offered him a chance to be Head Coach at Mason College. He took it. He’s a good man. I asked him to let Tyrone try out. He agreed. We stood. "She quickly undressed. The young man couldn't believe he was about to fuck a hot dish like Lisa. She lay on her back and beckoned him to her. He crawled between her legs with his small erection pointing outward. "Wanna a few licks down there to make sure I'm hot and wet for you?"He nodded.Lisa pushed his head between her legs, "Now only seven or eight." She felt his tongue lick the outside of her slit. "Push your tongue all the way in, baby."He did and it was a pleasant feeling for her. She. “They could wait a week, couldn’t they, and meet outside ?”, asked Sue, wiping the sweat off her brow.“No they can’t”, answered Wendy still partially on top of her lover. “Maybe we’ll be like that at their age… a sense of urgency….”.“God I thought Mary was horny…you should have seen Helen when I told her Mary wanted to”, said Sue giggling. “Do you know how to get them to…?”, asked Sue“For God’s sake Sue, do I have to draw you a picture ?”, answered the black lesbian.Sue made a V with her.