I'm just an humble part-time vocational counselor. How could I talk her into doing anything?But now she's accusing me, loudly, of telling the world ab...ut all our private stuff and holding her up to ridicule and she's going to sue. So I hung up.It took about twenty minutes before she was back on the phone, telling me I just had to go. I'd get to meet all these high-powered writers, maybe there'd be a TV crew, I could probably sell books to the romance publishers, she knows where there's venture. ” “What can we do about it?” “I’ve told your coach that I would home school you for a time to see if you’re going to do any better.” “Wow , you would do that for me?” “Yes we’ll try it for awhile and see, but it’s up to you to get your self from this mess. Well start to night, you come to my house after practice, that’s all, I’ll see you later.” “Okay Mrs. Wells I’ll be there later after practice.” She watches the young football player walk from her room with his tight fitting. My uncle let me know he doesn’t have much in the house and thinks it would be healthier for him to leave that bitch alone.“Ok Uncle William stay at your house tonight. Take Enid to lunch tomorrow and the PI team will remove the stuff they put there and pick up all your stuff also if you tell them where it is in the house. We will just say you are doing something for me if she asks before the bank gets the tip that there are somethings that they should look into.” I said.While neither of us. Greg jumped a little, and relaxed back down, groaning. She made sure her finger went all the way up. I could tell that she was searching for his sweet spot. Fucking hell, Wendy, he panted a minute later. Im gonna cum. Wendy moved her mouth from him and spat on his purple end, working the saliva in with her hand and massaging his length, increasing in speed. Suddenly, he shot his first wad of semen, followed by two more copious ejaculations. He was writhing around in ecstacy, saying, Fuck, fuck,.