Who, as did my now very fair complexion.This was impossible, I had to be dreaming. I looked down in the mirrorand took a step back to see a pair of la...ge, round, pert breasts withlarge dark areolas. I ran my fingers over the nipples. My fingers wereimpossibly dainty, soft, and feminine, and, holy shit, these breasts werereal. My nipples started to harden as I ran my fingers over them. My eyescontinued to travel down to a perfectly flat stomach that narrowed at thewaist before blossoming back. The first few minutes of any defensive training was spent repeating the final fifteen minutes of the last lesson to refresh their memory and to warm them up.We worked out very hard for two hours then took a ten minute fluid break, both emptying and refilling. We repeated the process again for two more hours before I made them take a hi-calorie energy and fluid break.It was during this break that the Jones and Jones crew made their way into the gym to leave their trucks and pick up the pool. I do my best to pretend nothing happened. -That's interesting. I ask if you want TV on and you say yes, and suddenly dont even have the curtesy of turning it off when you leave the living room?I blink... oh yeah... tv... right...-Oh sorry about that, I felt I bit weird and left to lay down. I was planning to come back. I look at his neck, he is standing in nothing but shorts, towel on the neck, beads of water running on the side of his neck and trailing down... his hair still wet and dripping.. There was a football game playing on the television screen."It's Virginia Tech," Patrick said. "Recorded from Saturday. They're playing Notre Dame. Would you believe I watched it because I'm an ACC fan? Never have understood all this fuss about the Fighting Irish." You watched it Saturday? You must be a fan, to watch the game again so soon," I said."Just teaching the boy a little about the game," he said. "Kid's got to know a little something about football." America's pastime," I said..