If you want to play tomorrow night, you be at that dinner.’ It turned out a guy named Carl Peterson was sponsoring the dinner for his church supper ...o help raise funds for the church’s Girl Scout camp. And it also turned out Peterson had a big piece of the team stock. It was strictly chicken and peas and the place was full of mothers and fathers and all the high school athletes in the city. Clemens gave them his number one chicken and peas speech. I got my elbow up on the table and my chin. Then a few minutes later, I heard something scratching at my door. Then suddenly, my door flung open. Kesha had used her debit card to unlock my door. Which frustrated the hell out of me."Get the fuck out of my room, Kesha. I have nothing to say to you" I say as I fold my arms and shoot her the meanest look I could muster.But she just smiled and hopped on my bed right next to me, like we were buddy-buddy and said: "Are you still mad about what took place earlier?" Of course I'm still pissed at. “Yes. Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to overwhelm you. Maybe you should drink something, water?”I took my time to collect my thoughts.“Where did my father get all that money?”“He inherited it. I’m sure we can trace the details if you want.”“So ... what does one do with so much money?”“My recommendation to you would be to do nothing until you had some time to process this.“Now that you take over the fund, contact a good forensic accountant and have them go through everything we have done in the. Your name escapes my lips in a throaty whisper, pleadingly, as my breath catches in my throat. Feeling your mouth with my hand I turn my head to kiss you passionately, your demanding tongue sliding into my mouth in an invasive yet thoroughly arousing way. Your semi hard cock twitches against my stomach and I reach down with both of my hands, slowly stroking and gripping the quickly hardening member, my thumb caressing the head lightly. Your groan, the thrust of your hips into my hands and your.