She told me that she just could not bring herself to believe that any man could get a kick out of knowing that his wife was out fucking around."I know...you say you want it, but I also knew that the odds were good that if I did it and it wasn't near the kick you thought it would be you might call me a whore, a slut, an unfaithful bitch and go for a divorce."I told her that now she knew better and I hoped she wouldn't hide things from me any more.She gave me a long look and said, "Are you. Here am I shopping in the local supermarket, looking for something they dont sell, I'm horny as hell and thinking about having a quickie, with anyone who is up for it.Now before you get carried away wondering who I am, I am not a middle-aged woman in a loveless relationship, a nymphomaniac, or something like that, no I am a girl, under the age of consent, but in the body of a woman, desperate to fuck a man, I am in my cock hungry stage in life, and my pussy is gnawing at my panties to be. Over the course of the hour we both got completely naked...she confessed details of her sex life from the time she first discovered the pleasure she could get from her genitals....I told her about all my masturbation fantasies...We un hurriedly pleasured ourselves...she was dripping female wetness from her pussy...I was very stiff still and wetting the floor with my precum.We silently agreed to continue masturbating looking into each other’s eyes while standing...the stories stopped...we locked. "What business is it... ?" Put one on. And if I have to have Tami or Stephy check you every time before we vault, I will." She stomped off, hopefully to put on a jogging bra.Abbie Hart was next. A blond seventh grader though she looked about nine. She was a level five at the club and wanted to go all-around.Taylor Brent was my eighth vaulter. Another blond and another seventh grader, she'd been a level six when she was nine, but then dropped out after breaking an arm. Bars was her other.