“That’s a very valid question, why do you ask?” I responded.“Well my boyfriend plays football, he keeps telling me he is going to play in the ...ro’s one day.” she replied, her voice turning somewhat sarcastic.“Does he go to this school?’, I asked.“No, he goes to school at Baker.” she answered.“Well I’ll try and answer your question, but I have to go back a few years. I was very lucky to have a father who coached football when I was growing up. We practiced for hours and hours after he came home.. Your cock is very thick)," I requested."Sorry, I have made up my mind," he said."Uncle please, it'll hurt," I begged."Do you want me to use force?" he threatened."NO! Please uncle, let me go," I groveled with folded hands."Alright, I have a suggestion," he said, "You sit on my hands and I will lower you slowly on my cock. I'll let you go the moment you say the pain has become unbearable. Okay?" Oh thank you," I said kissing him.He supported my ass with his palm and lowered me slowly on his. She told him about the phone call that I had received and told him that she would have to cancel the plan of a weekend together because I was getting suspicious. After a few minutes of referring to me by every adjective refused by the webster's dictionary she told him that she loved him and put the phone down.As I sit in the office right now, she is perhaps fucking him or sucking him in her office. Tonight is going to another interesting night.Day 8I have vowed to keep on bugging her till she. ”“Thanks, Amy…I already knew that.” Amy hugged me then turned to leave. Sheila spoke again once Amy was gone. “I thought you handled that extremely well.”“No…she was the one who did the handling. Amy wasn’t just valedictorian, she was a certified genius. She went to Princeton on a full scholarship. I think I heard she majored in math.”“Wow! I guess you were right; she had it all figured out—just needed you to confirm the details.” I wasn’t listening. I had something more important to.