And Coach made no attempt to cover up. As a mater of fact she smiled at me and even winked as she spoke on the phone. Then she got off the phone and...said. "Craig, oh shoot, I did not mean to give you a show, I am probably scaring you with this thing, all the cute young ones you get into all the time." "No Coach, I have not seen any others and yours is very cute. I like how you have it trimmed." I said trying to be cool but sounding totally stupid. Then the phone rang again. Coach picked it up. ” “Would you let me watch you?” he asked, taking me a little by surprise. “I guess so,” I responded. “No one’s ever asked me that before.” He got off the bed and led me to the bathroom. I was about to sit on the toilet. “No! In the shower or bath I want to be able to see your fountain,” he informed me. I wasn’t sure what to do but I followed his lead. He positioned me standing with one foot on each edge of the bath and then got me to squat. He was standing on the floor alongside me and I had. Before we go, I want your promise you’ll get Preacher and his lackey.”He told us the whole story. They were about to ride out when Preacher came running up holding his ruined arm. They had a couple of torches, so they could see how to remove the cover from the back exit. Two held him while another slapped the torch to the stump to stop the bleeding. They gave him a spare horse and made their escape.“We ‘bout rode our horses to death, knowing you’d probably be comin’. He waited until we were. Running a hand over my forehead I was hot, the summers always suck when you have no A/C. I got up and made my way downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass or water and try to dry off from all the sweat. My younger sister was in the refrigerator and this was the first time I had ever felt somewhat attracted to her. She was all bent over with her nice ass sticking in the air. She had on a long white tshirt and a pair of matching panties. I guess now would be a good time to explain what everyone.