I'll just tell her I'm ---you know�a sissy."Mark burst out laughing as Susan stopped dead in her tracks. "Sam Smith, don't be ridiculous. You're a l...t of things, but a sissy you are not." Yeah, but Ms. Johnson doesn't know that. I'll just tell a little white lie, and we can forget about the whole thing. Please, Mom!" Sam whined."Absolutely not! Do you hear yourself? You mean to tell me that you would actually have Ms. Johnson believe that you enjoy wearing women's panties? Please!"Sam looked at. "Ed, keeping anger inside is bad. It will hurt you and your game. Here is what I want you to do. When we're at the scrimmage I want you to look at the guy across from you and think, 'there is the reason my sister is feeling bad'. Turn your anger on that and take it down. You have to direct that anger outwards. Don't let it eat at you. CRUSH IT! Can you do that?" Yeah, I got it." Ed nodded and looked at Mark with surprise. He was really pleased Mark was being so thoughtful and helpful. He didn't. I puttered around for a couple of hours, putting stuff away and trying to make the new place look like somebody actually lived there. The rest could wait for tomorrow.Sunday morning, I was up early. My muscles were a little stiff from yesterday's exertions, but after a breakfast of cold, leftover spaghetti, tenderly transported by me from the old place, I was feelin' good. I worked steadily for the entire morning, putting stuff away and shaping up the apartment.By 11 a.m., it was lookin' pretty. I knew he was very, very well-endowed…Naturally, the talk turned to sex which made me even hornier and feeling Manny's arm and leg pressed against mine wasn't helping. As I heard them talking, I closed my eyes. I was remembering Manny's cock in me and how it was always so hard and thick…I felt he was leaning lean over; as he started to lick and suck at my earlobes. Then I felt one of my hardened nipples being pinched gently and my tit being rubbed and squeezed through my dress.I closed my eyes.