He didn’t seem to mind. The feel of tight hairy flesh on my hand sent my blood rushing to all the right spots. It was hot in the confined space of t...he bathroom and hotter still in the loft area where he was working. He was dripping sweat from his broad square chin and by now he had unbuttoned his full shirt exposing a well-developed chest with a magnificent carpet of thick black hair. He asked for iced drinking water and after drinking it he rubbed the cold steel glass all over his cheek with. I emptied the bathtub and turned on the shower and washed once more. I got out of the shower dried myself and dressed and went to the basement to work out before I got started with breakfast and my humdrum housework. All day I kept looking up at the clock willing the day to go faster. It seemed the day just went on and on. I had a simple lunch of a salad and tea and went back to my housework. It was three when I decided to go upstairs to my closet to see just what I could wear. All my dresses. Just as she thought he was done, he grabbed the paddle he brought with him and started smacking her already sore ass with that. He was a big man and could give vey hard smacks. The daughter was crying with every spank she got. He stopped for just a few minutes and rubbed her sexy red punished ass. His hands then rubbed her legs and then the insides of her legs as he spread the legs apart. He then touched her pussy which had been fucked tonight by the young cock. One hand rubbed her ass as the. Later, as the police were taking Billy and Barry away, one of thearresting officers turned to Ms. Standish and said, "I was a member ofthe team who won that game ball, and Coach Sawyer used to be my soccercoach. He put his heart and soul into us kids and sometimes even actedas a substitute goaltender when our original one was knocked out orinjured. He was the best coach I ever had."After the two boys and police officers had left, Ms. Standish hurriedback to the bleachers - only to watch in.