Your soft lips, your wonderful body, your hot skin, your magical touch. I think about the times we've shared. Thoughts swirl through my mind. My hands...can't stop now. I need you.My fingers slide down from my clit into my wetness. I play with my soft swollen lips, stroking them gently, feeling my arousal. I spread my thighs and slide one finger inside. God. . . . Slow then quick, teasing myself as my arousal builds. My other hand drops from my breast and moves down my tummy to my clit. I circle. I pulled at the nipples until they were erect. They’d been stiff when we had danced too. Then my fingers slip down my trembling body to play with my throbbing clit, to bring the urgent relief I desperately needed. I spread my legs and my fingers searched for the little pleasure bud. I pulled my labia open, exposing my nub and began to stimulate it using the slippery juices from my hot hole. I put a couple fingers in there too and let my mind wander to thoughts of what I’d seen of my son. " The same kid was about to protest, but I looked up at him, and he wisely shut up."Two defenders just off the sidelines, back." I looked around at the eight players around me. "Anybody know why I'm lining you up like this?" You want us to lose?" hazarded the hopeless boy with the big mouth.I didn't have to say anything. The girl standing next to him hit him in the arm. "No, stupid," she chided. "It's a defensive setup. Right?" She looked to me.I smiled at her, letting her know she was correct.. He let in a couple of soft ones. It cost them the win.’ ‘Humility 1, arrogance 0. Parents, a modest 7. Feeling humble in defeat is easy, especially if you’re not sure when the hurting is going to stop. Being humble in victory, now that’s much more difficult. By the way, wasn’t Bubba on your team in your sophomore year at college?’ ‘Yeah he was. Me and Steven, that’s his real name, became quite good friends for a while. I wouldn’t have gotten a passing grade in English Lit if he hadn’t helped.