"That depends on you." I'll never ask you to," she groaned, through grinding teeth. She was trying not to have the orgasm that was about to streak thr...ugh her."OK," I said. She almost cried out as my hand slipped up and out of her crotch, to cup her breasts and squeeze at the nipples there."You bastard," she grunted."Guilty as charged," I said in her ear. "I think you're clean now." Wait!" she moaned. "You can't do this to me." I'm only doing what you want me to... remember?" I rinsed her off. Meanwhile they barely spoke two words to each other, part of the fallout of their difficult divorce, and they made little mention of Kellie or gave even the slightest hint they were proud of her. Nothing she said or did seemed right or good enough for them. Brad couldn’t decide whether they were truly mean people or just so wrapped up in themselves and their favoured children that they didn’t realize the effect their actions had on Kellie, before deciding he didn’t care. The net effect was the. ”“Okay, but we could call it the Beckersman challenge.”“I said, fuck off.”I broke right to enter my classroom.I only caught one of Stans passes that day, but we only mixed teams the second half of practice. The JV offense had been dealing with me catching their passes for a month, so it was harder for me to do it with them than with the varsity team. The JV team tended to counter me with Brad as the receiver as I had more trouble working against his speed and nimble fingers.Coach Erickson, the. She would describe the men and the passion she had with them no matter how brief. I thought about what she said a lot and would often find myself fantasizing about having passionate sex with total strangers I had seen that day. It effected me so much that my daily routine would be do my shopping and cleaning in the morning and spend my afternoons laid naked on the bed masturbating, dreaming it was me being ravished by men I had met in bars or clubs.After a week or so I decided that I would.