................................................................................................... ............................................................................................................................................,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, .......... Now this is what I was talking about when I said they done me shitty. See since they worked together, with Jim being his boss, they had arranged all this and had it all planned. Really it was Bruce. His cock aching to break free it acts as if it knows she is near. She moans so close she can practically taste it wishing she were. He controls himself wanting to save his energy for tonight’s festivities. “Dress dasha then go to the car I will be right there.” His words come out like an order just as he ment them to. She grabs the dress from next to his chair swiftly beginning to rise to her feet. Without a sound she covers her sleek form as she was told. Moving from him she teasingly lifts. “Just don’t stop to pose on the court. It’ll wreak havoc with your game.” We bumped fists and I turned and headed toward the locker room. All I wanted now was a shower and bed where I could curl up in a ball and cry. I threw an arm around Dad as I walked for support. Damn! That ankle hurt a lot more than I thought now that the adrenalin was seeping out of my system.Lissa put an arm around me from the other side. I had a jolt of fury at her. I couldn’t snub my coach in front of the stands. I had. I felt myself getting hard at the thought. When I dropped her off she looked at me as I said, “Have a good day at work” she replied, “Thanks, Dad.” That surprised me because she never calls me dad.I found an empty area in the parking lot and pulled out my cell phone and sent a text to the wife, telling her I was on my way home and I was going to finish what was started last night. I didn’t wait for a reply and drove home.Entered the apartment and found the wife sitting on the couch. She.