Stephanie had cooked home-made Italian food for dinner, and she had a bottle of lambrusco to go with it. She asked me if I drank red wine, and I told ...er I had some now and again, so we both had a couple of glasses each with our dinner. Over diner, we talked about her job, plans she had for her house and stuff like that, plus we joked around together, as we usually did. During the time she had stayed at our place, I had found that Stephanie and I were kind of on the same wavelength with our. We separated for a few moments to push the bag off the bed and allow Emily to climb onto it. I never gave her enough time to feel completely comfortable because as soon as she wriggled backwards up the bed, I was pushing her thighs apart and planting urgent kisses on her thighs all the way to her sex. Emily fell backwards as my mouth descended on her moist pussy. My tongue eagerly sought out her inner folds and I licked the full length of them before wallowing in the wetness and warmth of her. The first set of recruits visiting Alabama was on Tuesday. There were seven recruits, one for each of the Bama Belles. Most of the potential new football team members were black and Miriam didn't consider herself prejudiced in any way. She even had fun flirting with the boys just like the rest of the Bama Belles did.The assistant coach who interviewed her, Coach Williams, came to Miriam on Thursday. "Miriam, this weekend we have a potential quarterback that we would really like to have sign. I knew he wanted an answer but I didn’t even know what he was asking. I would do ANYTHING for mistress but she didn’t seem to think I could do whatever this was. I was so confused that I just wanted to cry and apologize for being such a failure. I wanted to ask a question so bad but I knew I’d be punished if I did. Mistress hated it when I asked questions. I needed a beating to remind me to be better. A beating would remind me to not be so ... so anything. I’d learned to enjoy the reminders.