As I walked up his garden path I was so excited at what was happening, I was gagging for his cock and was excited to whatever he had planned. I knocke... at the door and he answered wearing only a dressing gown. He said "come on in son, happy birthday. This is going to be a night to remember, I want you straight upstairs into the bathroom, there are some clothes out lying for you, put them on and come back into the front room for your surprise." I smiled and ran up the stairs, I could hear him. ‘Bench press first?’ she stated, half as a question, half as a suggestion. A forty-five pound plate on each side looked impressive enough, and at one hundred thirty-five pounds, it would have been a good workout for most of her neighbors. But Mark quickly lifted it a dozen times. When he put a second forty-five pound plate on each side, it looked about the maximum of her fitness center members. The bar descended to his chest and paused there for one second… two seconds… far too long. ‘Shall I. Then recalled that she still had the empty plate and its little paper lace doily in her only available hand. She awkwardly put it down in the spot it had been, sighed with relief at one less burden and bent at the knee gracefully, lowering herself to the floor, sadly reaching rather too hastily for the meringues. Her skirt, slit from floor to mid thigh in the centre front and crossed with volumes of fold-over, slid straight open as she reached forward. She grabbed frantically at it with the. “You never played football before, and you were a starter your freshman year? Fuck, now I’m asking myself questions. So if I didn’t recruit you, how come you’re tagged as an athletic scholarship?”“The basketball coach was the one who came to see me and brought me here,” I said knowing that he should have already known this.“Damn,” he exclaimed slamming his hand flat onto his desk. “You know, you are one of the most natural receivers I’ve seen. You block well off the line and block down field..