Steve began to pay more attention to his coach's schedule. He noticed the older man stayed late at school every night, either to work with his boys or to correct papers from his academic classes. Coach Roy acted very much like a man who was in no hurry to go home.

Steve could not understand his coach's attitude. The boy felt that if he had a wanton woman like Mrs. Roy to go home to, he would be gone the first chance he got. The boy realized that he did have that woman to go home to. If Coach Roy had no intention of being there and doing his duty, then Steve would be glad to do it for him.

He called first just to be sure the blonde would be there waiting for him. Slyly, he parked his old Dodge two blocks away from the Roy house. Steve had had affairs with married women before. He knew what steps to take not to get caught.

Mrs. Roy met him at the door in a filmy peach-colored negligee. Her long blonde hair flowed softly over her shoulders. She wore just enough makeup to make her eyes sparkle. She was wearing her contact lenses.

The boy's cock throbbed at the thought that she had gone to so much trouble just for him. He was flattered by the blatant evidence of the effect he had had on her. Mrs. Roy already seemed surer of herself and of her attractiveness. Steve's tongue on her cunt had done that for her!

"Mrs. Roy, you look beautiful!"

She blushed prettily and let him in. She was careful to lock the door after him. "I'm glad you think I look pretty, Steve. I wanted to turn you on." She stepped forward and caressed the growing swelling in his jeans. "I see I've succeeded."

Steve was impressed with the changes that one pussy-eating job had made in the woman. Even her way of moving was different. The motions of her hips were a blatant reminder of the hot sensitive slit she sheltered between her thighs. She tossed her blonde head back, and smiled at him as her fingers continued to investigate the bulge in his pants.