“So, you have planned a second visit from me?” she asks.“I’m hoping so,” he answers without looking up. “I hope that maybe next weekend yo... can.”“And maybe make it the whole weekend?” she asks optimistically.“Is that wise?” he asks, taking a bite of his eggs. “I mean won’t your parents find it suspicious that you’re gone the entire weekend?”“They won’t care,” she answers, looking a little gloomy. “I mean, my dad would worry a little if I was on my own, but not my mother.”“What do you mean?” Mr.. I could massage her all afternoon, and she may bethe star of this team, but other womyn are recovering from injuries too,so I have to move on. I tape up her ankles and her non-throwing armwrist, just like she likes it. She pinches my ass, flicks my nipple, andblows me a kiss, as I move on to other players.I go from athlete to athlete, massaging certain injuries and taping upankles, wrists, fingers, you name it. (Also I fix up some of the player'smakeup, hey some of these womyn are on the. “Um…. Like most of us! – Your dick doesn’t get that big when it’s fully hard dude?” I said.“Uh no it doesn’t. – Are you serious? – Yours gets that fat when you’re hard?” Bob said nervously.“Hell no! – I was just fucking with you man! – You should see the look on your face. – If I really had a cock that big, do you think I’d be here at the game with you’re dumb ass?” I said.“I don’t know? – Where would you be then?” He asked.“Where in the fuck do you think I’d be? - I’d be home playing with. .. My eldest son would be so hard. At seventeen, he would be so virile. So in need of a woman to relieve his pressure. He shouldn’t have to use his hand. And he wasn’t out with those American whores he usually dated from school.This didn’t make me a slut. Just a good mother.I shrugged out of my bathrobe, letting it fall into a bundle around my feet, unveiling my naked body. I felt so wicked as I opened the door, a good wife and mother pretending to be a little slut like Leyla. I shivered, my.