The Colonels were from nearby Richmond, Ky., and were a pretty good team, but only a pretty good Division I-AA team (I-AA is a step between Division I...— where Kentucky plays — and Division II — where Wesleyan plays).I was healthy, but I had a lousy week of practice before the game. I still couldn't keep my personal life from affecting my on-field performance. My lackluster performance dropped me from second to third on the depth chart. The Colonels gave us all we could ask for and I didn't even. I replied with a confused 'thank you'.When did I change my hairstyle?The morning went by smoothly, I guessed Mr Stuart had too many things on his mind this morning that scolding me for coming in late was simply not something he decided on doing.At eleven, a message popped up on my screen, "wana hav lunch together? sue"I replied with, "Sure, but not too far, I got a lot of work today"."not far, just the cafe acros the street"."OK, see you there at 12?" yup, dont be late"."Patty! Over here," came. "I'll distract him, at least." The cat spoke again, shaking you from your stunned stupor."The cat can talk." You spoke out loud, only the softest murmur against the harsh winds and the screams of those around you. But it was enough for the cat to hear. His little ears twitched and the cat turned to face you."Girl!" It's eyes twinkled like star light, shimmering in it's head, drawing your attention from the monster that had leapt clear over most of the pond before landing with a loud splash not. When we reached my room, she sat on the edge of my bed with her legs apart. “You don’t have to go down on me, I’m already lubed just from sucking on you. Come here and fuck me.” I walk over to her undressing myself. I put her left calf over my shoulder and stare down at her blonde and trimmed pubic hair, noticing her "innie" belly button, and up to her beautiful and firm breast. They weren’t too big, especially with her lying down, but I imagined that if I pressed them inwards and had.