“I can’t,” she said. The tightness was back in her voice. “He can’t do anything about it.”I had a horrifying thought. “Don’t tell me h...’s married,” I groaned.“He’s not married!” she said quickly.“Then why can’t we tell him?” I moaned. “Help me out here, Chrissy!”“I can’t, Daddy,” she said softly. “You have to trust me.”“I have to trust you,” I repeated angrily. “Isn’t that what I’ve been doing the last four or five years? I trusted you not to get pregnant, didn’t I?”“Please, Daddy,” she said. I. What do I do how do I handle this. With my wife blindfolded and bonded to the bed I decided I would take a chance a gamble that could pay off massively or ruin this family for ever, I fucked my wife harder and brought her to an orgasm as I watch my little princess bring herself closer to climaxing I bent over my wife whispered into her ear wait here I have a surprise ssshhh. I watch and waited for Lucy to lift her head and close her eyes I stood up quietly got off the bed walked out the bedroom. In our locker room there was a window into the coach’s office. She would set at her desk most days after practice and be busy with work looking up occasionally to make sure everyone was behaving. However as I was lingering, dressing slowly with my mind completely preoccupied with my last encounter, I looked up to notice that almost everyone had already gone. My coach was now turned in her seat and no longer busy but looking over at me. That is when I first notice my rock hard nipples and. Tongues quickly join in the revelry, passing across one another, pausing to take in the passion being communicated without a word. The kissing is potent as hands leave their station to explore. A palm across the chest, fingers spread wide and waving across the surface of the shirt, inspires a renewed flickering of the tongue. Fingers along the back, tracing their way down to the beltline and back around to the buckle itself, inspires the mouth to lightly suck that aggressive tongue. .