He loved to play with her curls. She tilted her head up and kissed his jaw line. His hand slipped under her shirt and brushed her nipple and it stoo... at attention. He gently began to pinch it and roll it between his fingers. His free hand moved down her body and under her skirt. The tips of his fingers touched her pussy and he felt how wet she was. He began to rub her clit thru the thin , soft fabric. Her hips started to rock a little bit in her seat against his fingers. He pulled one. We got along well, but I tended to be nervous around her. The fact was, she was eight years younger than Dad, and a very sexy woman and I felt awkward having sexual feelings for my stepmother. Well, when we got home, Sharon and I both had a beer and kept talking before she excused herself and went upstairs to the bedrooms. I turned on the television and got another beer out of the fridge. Before I was finished with it, Sharon came down the stairs, dressed in one of her ‘fuck me’ outfits. She. I wasn’t sure if it was him trying too hard, or if he actually wasn’t very good, but he hadn’t shown any of his bragged skills in practice either.Our team’s supporters would have to travel this week, as we were playing on the other side of Albany, we didn’t expect much since it was only the freshman team, the two other teams were playing Saturday, so any support was more likely to go to them instead.We boarded the bus right after school. We were all happy when we finally arrived after the long. He led me by the hand, further into the dressing room and turned to face me again, his mouth on mine. I kissed him back, slower this time, my tongue darting into his mouth as he held me, his big belly pushing against mine. He took my hand and placed it on the front of his trousers. I could feel his cock pressing against the material and I ran my hand over his length, feeling it throb and hearing him moan as I squeezed it. I felt his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down in front of him and as.