It was up to Tamara where I shot my load, I had promised her I wouldn’t speak or tell her what to do, so it was in her hands. If she carried on I wo...uld cum inside her, or maybe she wanted to take my load in her mouth, I had no say in the matter. Being inside her felt so good I was happy to pump her full of thick white cum. We were so connected and had known each other for a long time so we knew what each other was thinking and what each other wanted when it came to sex. Tamara lent forward. Again, practice had paid off. Not the resultof a cosmetician, rather Jan's self-taught skills were exhibited tomaximum advantage. Reflecting the work with foundation, powder andcontouring, careful choice and application of colors to maximize theeyes, precisely positioned eyelashes and patiently crafted and groomedeyebrows this was clearly a site where the outside assistance came intoplay. Not to mention the deep auburn long bob hairdo - instead of theresult of a hairdresser's work on Jan's hair. She knew it and thought that maybe one more drink with the Coach might help. At lease she could get a better feel for where he was going with it. If it came down to it, she could probably keep his silence with a quick hand job.Coach opened the door to his room for her and she entered. He poured them another cocktail and they settled at the small table in the corner of the room. One thing led to another and before long, two more cocktails were empty and an hour had past. Coach was really working. I was intrigued about Mr Briggs, and his endowment.I was concerned about Sheila getting any hint of me and Matt.I was just fed up with my husband.All these things swirled around my head. But I was going to have my decisions ready to act upon, by the time Monday arrived.Monday did arrive, and after Mike had left for work, I ran a bath, and tried to relax. I dressed in a fairly unexciting blouse and skirt, bare legs, (it was very warm), and strappy sandles.At precisely 10.30 am, I took a deep.