Maybe it was the crushing boredom of being a suburban housewife. I dont know what it was that night that drove me to what I did. Whatever the catalyst, when Barrett got up and walked out of the assembly hall, I told my husband that I needed a cigarette and gave chase. How it stretched the fabric of his otherwise loose-fitting gym wear. Maybe though, just maybe, it was the fact that I'd seen Coach Barrett's big cock through his sweatpants every day this year when I dropped Nicholas Jr. Hell, maybe I just have a thing for black men. Maybe it was the neverending despair of a ten-year marriage that had produced one child and exactly zero orgasms. Maybe it was the two hours I had already spent listening to principal McKinley ramble on about attendance and the importance of the PTA.
