You sorta reminded me of him, because you are such a sweet, but hunky man. I never figured out why I wanted you so much, until last night. You had the... same cock, the same kindness, and I hoped subconsciously, the same insatiable libido. I love a stud, because my best lover until you, my Dad, was a stud, which was how he always made my Mom so hot for him. I wonder if she ever suspected it.Anyway, he started fucking me after finding my boyfriend's condoms, and he told me to keep screwing my. All he needed was a nice, thick mustache to fully look the part. "I need to get things started. It'll be about a half hour. I'll come get you in time to put all your things on." I'll be right here," Leo said, and pulled up a chair in the equipment closet where she'd led him.Everything went perfectly. Leo was animated, and certainly did know what he was talking about. He encouraged the children to interact, and they enthusiastically shouted out correct responses to his questions. As she filmed. Football. Soccer.No matter what it was called, it meant the same thing to me: no sex.We'd been married for a year, together for three, so I'd never experienced the World Cup during our time as a couple. I'd heard about it and knew it was a big soccer match; or football match if you lived outside the US.It was May thirtieth when he casually remarked, much as if he was discussing the weather and not his number one, recently rekindled obsession, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the World Cup starts. Having been awakened from a light sleep, I was a little confused. She approached me, put a delicate finger to my lips, and very, very softly "shhhhd" me. I got the message. We both glanced toward her son, who continued in the deep sinus rhythm of his exhausted sleep. Ms. Nancy gently lifted the covers and slid into the bed next to me. "We have to be very quiet," she whispered into my ear. "If Larry wakes up, we'll both be in huge trouble. Remember, you don't touch me." She pushed my hands.