Afterwards, we ran by the store to buy a football, a kicking tee, a flat, rubber tee for field goal attempts, and a special tee with a spring-loaded a...m that held the ball for practicing field goals when you don’t have someone to hold the ball for you. An hour later, we were back at school, and I showed Pato what I wanted.Looking skeptically at the oval ball, he tried it. The first dozen or so attempts were remarkably terrible as he got used to the shape of the ball. Finally, one try sailed. " I thought to myself. "This should do the trick." I took out a thin, low cut, white sweater that really accented my tanned skin. For a moment I considered wearing a bra, but then changed my mind pulling the sweater down over my ample 36c tits. "Now for some shoes." I picked out a pair of stiletto "fuck me" pumps that matched the sweater I was wearing. The full length mirror showed me exactly what I had hoped for. I looked good, damn good. I walked over to the nightstand and picked up my keys. Her cheeks were rosy red, and she wore a light-blue sweater, tight and clingy so her titties bulged out and bounced in front like softballs. The little jeans skirt was denim blue and the hem rode high on her pretty, smooth thighs. Her legs were still tanned, and her feet were in white tennies with blue anklets. The jeans skirt wrapped around her fine hips and her plump tight ass like a wet towel. She fixed her bangs so they were straight on her forehead, then she tied up her ponytail with a. In fact, I’m never going home again.”Eva Siegler was shocked. “What? But why, Rachael? Why ever would you say such a thing? What was the fight with your mother about that makes you think such thoughts?”Rachael took a deep breath and sighed, “You really don’t want to know.”“But I do want to know! You are my family, dear, and family members confide in each other. If there’s something that serious going on between you and Rhonda, then I want to know about it.”Rachael closed her eyes and shook her.