Listen to this. You were unofficially clocked by two of the Dallas sports writers on that sixty-two yard TD, running through a forty-yard stretch in 4...25 seconds.”“Really? Where is that part?”“Right here. They even clocked you at 10.20 on that hundred-yard kickoff return to start the game. Damn, Rick, you’re even faster than I thought you were and I already knew you could run!“When Coach Dunavant sees this, he’ll want you to run track next spring.”“I’ve been thinking about talking to him to see. I was getting antsy. They finally came back with someone. She was a slim Asian girl that was taller than I expected a native to be. Her name was Akma Raweng. She'd come from a large family in Phuket but the drug traders took advantage of their having a trading boat. She knew enough English to get by, both written and spoken. Most of her family was gone, dead. She promised to work hard and be faithful. That was all I could ask for. I told her all debts were broken and gave her a check for four. Moving his hips he begins fucking her. At first it is slow, steady thrusts, then they get into a rhythm. He keeps hitting her pleasure spots and she is getting close. Grabbing her waist tighter he thrusts into her harder and faster driving her closer and closer the edge. “I want you to fuck my tight little ass,” she tells him while panting from the pleasure. He pulls out and slides his cock up, pressing it against her tight ass. She pushes back causing the tip to slide into her ass. She gasps. This required some explanation. His parents had divorced seven years before, when Luke was twelve, after his Mum had found gay porn on his Dad’s computer, and evidence of an abortive attempt to hook up with a guy on Grindr. Things hadn't been good for a long time so it was probably for the best. Luke had chosen to stay with his Dad who had always been much closer to him and to whom he was devoted. His Mum had realised that this was the right decision and that his Dad was totally trustworthy as.