Trained. Did swam—swimming. Training."Mercifully, at that point I was spared any chance of embarrassing myself further, as one of the coaching staff...called for quiet and announced the first game would be something called 'Knights, Mounts & Cavaliers'.It was a bit like musical chairs, but without the chairs. We had to walk with a partner in a circle to the music. When the music stopped, Coach would yell "Knights!" or "Mounts!" or "Cavaliers!", then we would have to assume the position; Guys down. She takes me by the hand and walks me into the toilets in the elevator lobby. she turns on one of the lights so we can see but its not bright i notice its the female toilets because i dont see any urinals just stalls...still by the hand she tales me into the first one.i slam her up against the wall kissing her hard , pinning her wrists over her head with one hand my other hand sliding from her jaw down her upper chest over her perky tits she moves one of her legs up and her heel rubbing lightly. " Aww."I blushed. This was a little too syrupy, but who was I to second guess it? "So, you're coming to D.C." Well," she hedged, "I haven't gotten in to Georgetown yet. I might not be able to come." I'm sure you'll get in." Well, I'm not. It's pretty tough." I'm confident." Thanks." So," I said, "what else is going on?"We talked for about twenty minutes, with her sharing her life and then me telling her about mine. She asked more questions about Sherri's center, which I decided to be forthright. " Are you comfortable?"I wiggled around on my son's lap. "Yea, I don't mind this at all."I turned on the radio. As I was listening to the music. I started to feel something hard. I reposition my ass, but it didn't go away. I also noticed my son got real quiet. "It wasn't there when I first sat down." I thought to myself. Then I realized what I was feeling. My son was getting a hard on. I really didn't think about giving him a hard on by sitting on his lap. I could feel it still growing. "My.