J.C. was having a blast. Brock tried to apologize to J.C. for the media's reaction to him skipping his Game 1 start in the playoffs but J.C. wouldn't ...llow it."I'm a person," he said. "I make my own decisions. I was available to start Game 1. I was available to start Game 5. The team chose not to use me. That's their decision and I respect that. I talked it over with Tommy Grace, the manager. He told me it wasn't a matter of punishing me or the team. He said it was more a matter of giving me an. "I'll have to work on that then."And he did. Right then and right there, the soap became a tool as he worked on it, and on me. My body receiving a slippery sudsy demo of just how he planned on working on it. I wouldn't have thought it possible to become so aroused so quickly. But I did.My breasts, with nipples hard again, heavy and feeling larger than normal were coated with the clean scent of flowered soap. Over my waist now flatten by hard ranch work. His arms surrounded my body washing my. "John's voice was silky smooth. Somehow, regardless of her short blackmuzzle, her words were clear and sweet. She was afraid. Afraid andanxious. There was a slight hoarseness to her voice that had nothingto do with the orgasm she'd given herself just a moment ago.John sat back, wide, black furred ass settling against the back of herhooves. Her tail lay between her ass cheeks and legs. Her eyes weredown, nearly covered by her long black bangs. Her arms were crossedover her second and. I just had to hear your voice and tell you I love you.”“I love you too, Steve.”We said goodbye and hung up. At least now I thought I could sleep. I was right.Monday was one of those rare days when my alarm went off before I was out of bed. I wasn’t surprised. The weekend had been so emotional that I was spent. I hadn’t done any reading and now I was behind. I hadn’t studied Spanish and Melanie was going to kick my butt. If this kept up, my grades were going to suffer. And I was going to.