“Ladner!” Coach shouted across the gym as I walked in to dress for our afternoon practice.“Now what?” I wondered silently. There was a very at...ractive and slightly nervous woman in his office.“Jim, this is Rachel Jansen. She writes for the Anaheim Gazette and wants to do a short article on you,” he said much too casually. When I coached, I always gave my players a heads-up and warned them what type of things not to say before letting reporters near them. I figured coach was testing me by not. I was more interested in seeing the way he made His dick feel good. sometimes we went to my room when no one was home and we would jerk off and I would give him a paper towel to cum in and as soon as he left I would take the paper towel out of the trash and sniff it and try to lick and taste his cum . The cum would be absorbed but the aroma of his manly cum would make me cum again. I figured a way to preserve his cum for me to taste. Next time we went into my room I ripped two pieces of wax. There was some silence when the story got over, we both now know that we are turned on and the waiter came with the bill, we both leaned back on the sofas but our legs were still touching, I felt like two lovers together, I kept caressing his leg while settling the bill, then I got up, walked without talking anything with hands brushing each other’s, we went to the theatre directly, I was turned on, immediately after the movies started I held his hands, started playing with his fingers which. "Umm, I'm not sure," I said, even more nervously."I can tell something is wrong, Mom. Is it about me?" she asked."No, not at all," I said. "I just had some questions..." Do you want to come over for dinner?" she asked."Could we go out somewhere, just me and you?" I asked."OK, Mom," she said. "Let me just check with Master."She put me on hold and came back shortly, advising me that her master had given her permission to have dinner with me. We set up a time, and I said good-bye.I went to Jake.