Ray grabbed my hand and led me back to the dance floor as I went to sit down. Far from sober, he spun me around and pressed against his body. Ray is ...bout 6'4"; he looked down at me with this smirk on his handsome face. His growing erection pressing into me as his hand slid down my waist and onto my ass. I was pretty turned on already, but now my pussy was getting wet. I welcomed his aggressive advance and pressed into him while ground slowly. Ray leaned his head down and kissed me; I. "I can't do this. It feels like my breasts are going to rip off. I could continue if I had a sports bra, but I understand that the program forbids them."He looked at my tits and nodded sympathetically."Take a seat on the bleachers," he said. "I can't let you leave, but I don't have to make you hurt yourself."The game continued and my team won by five points. Then the coach blew his whistle."Hit the showers, guys. You have fifteen minutes." Coach," Brian said, "is always the same. With him, you. You talked a lot and cleverly. You laughed a lot and cleverly. Made fun of some people who deserved it, and of some who didn't. As the bottle of Riesling dried up, you flirted just enough to keep things interesting.Those were days of swing and strife. Something about people who shouted a lot, their ideas so loud they called themselves something ending in Ist. You agreed on the politics but argued anyway. 'Tis matter of manners... The devil must always have his advocate.Chaos loomed. The news. "Or brushing your teeth?" What can I do for you Susan? I thought we agreed no calls for awhile?" While he spoke he slipped into a bathrobe."I've found out something about myself," she said. "And I'd like to see you." When?" asked Jack. "I'm kind of busy right now." Whenever you like," she said. "But the point is that I know why I wasn't having any orgasms with you." She scratched her ass and waited for his reply."Oh, yeah," said Jack, "well, listen baby, what about tonight?" That's fine," said.