Whenever he jogged up and down the court, I looked down at his crotch to see if I could get any more information on his cock as if I had X-Ray Vision....But you didn't need X-Ray vision to see his cock and balls doing jumping jacks under his shorts.The coach blew his whistle, time to change.As I entered the locker room, I went into the corner where I left my stuff. I made sure I took my shirt off first, dried myself off, re-applied some deodorant and put my uniform dress shirt on. I knew I. "Still smirking I said, "Mom, I'm a ball player. Even if I can't keepplaying ball, I'll always be an athlete of some sort. I just don't seedresses, skirts and heels being a norm in my future."I had truly meant what I had said, at least when I said it. I couldn'timagine me at that moment intentionally wearing dresses and skirts. Thenagain once I had overcome my initial reaction to my costume, I reallydid have fun. The way people had treated and reacted to me had made mefeel... I don't know,. .just a shampoo bottle...fell." She managed to say, still riding the high of her orgasm as she reluctantly slid off of the toy, the stolen semen dripping down her thighs a bit.After their trip to the support group she had dropped him off at home and taken the blood sample back to her lab.She was shocked by how she had been affected by his curse, she had watched him and Isabella go at it in the bathroom, she could have come in and taken the sample at any time, but instead she had watched and. The pool was right outside our patio door. We had a ground floor room right next to the pool. Since it was a sunny warm late afternoon the pool was crowded. I retrieved my swimsuit from my bag. Bryan liked it being a tiny two-piece bikini.But he had other ideas. He handed me a bag from his suitcase with a new bikini inside. The brand was Wicked Weasel and those suits I discovered were like wearing next to nothing. They can make a normal bikini feel like a burka. The suit was a very skimpy.