They come to football practice after school and exercise over on the sidelines and run some laps. Coach Summers knows about it and lets them, at least...if they’re students. Something about insurance, he said. I also got on them about eating better, no junk food, that sort of stuff. I even made Clyde show me his lunch bag the first few days, until he got the idea. He’s doing some exercise and eating better at home, too, I think.” I looked at him oddly. “Have I done something wrong, Sergeant? Am I. Now that I was meeting Emily in my tree-house, I was doubly concerned about being found out. Perhaps my family knew already? Perhaps they had heard Clive? Perhaps they could hear our voices in the tree-house? Just how secret was my hideout, really? I realised just how desperate I was to meet Emily there again. I had to keep this top-secret. I had to be even more careful - now there was so much more to play for.Mum was surprised I helped make dinner, and surprised I started on it so early. But I. . then a wet finger was at her asshole. “What are you doing Jeff? That’s my ass – it’s dirty back there.” “This is one of the things I am going to teach you, Mrs. Jenkins,” Jeff answered. His finger then pushed on her pink rosebud and slid into her rear passage. “Jeffrey! Stop!” Susan wailed as her most private and tight opening was violated. It felt very strange and a little uncomfortable, but didn’t hurt. Jeffrey, however, did not relent and inserted his finger even further, “Remember, Mrs.. Nevertheless, the walk went well and Garry relaxed. Polly scarcely drew breath. When they got back Becca stuck her head round Edna's door."Both back safe and sound," she said. "By the way, when I come tomorrow could you let me know their birthdays." Yes, dear, and thanks again."Becca waved and rejoined Nicky. "Now," she said, "overalls and some towels."It did not take long to pick them up. "Is there anything else you need?" Becca asked."What about things like soap and food?" When you get paid.