“You want me to shoot off in your ass, don’t you?”, he asked. Straining to hold back his orgasm, he more said than asked, “You want to feel my...hot cum, don’t you?” His words must have pushed her over the edge, because Jannu cried out with the beginning of her orgasm, literally throwing herself into their sex, going completely wild. She screamed, biting her lip to muffle the sounds, throwing her head back and forth. The sight of her in orgasm forced him to let go of his own, the pleasure. I entered and he motioned for me to sit on the bench next to him. "So tell me Megan, why do you think you'll be a good fit for this team?" He asked. "Well Coach, I've always wanted to be a cheerleader since I was little. And a lot of my friends are on the squad already. We get along great and I know I'd fit in with everyone. I would work so hard and be fully dedicated to the team." As I spoke, he smiled and made notes on his clipboard. "Now you mentioned you would work hard and be dedicated. I. .." I started to say, "If I ever have kids, I want them the old-fashioned way," when I realized that she wouldn't have been there if there was much hope that she could ever do that.I changed the subject with a few questions about hockey and the rest of the evening evaporated. Before I said goodnight we'd agreed to meet for breakfast. By the time I said goodnight on Saturday, I'd agreed to meet her at her church on Sunday.I've never been a churchgoer. My father was a Presbyterian who got mad at. Whitney liked being a policeman, but didn’t like being a jailer. She retired and came home.”“And now she coaches basketball at West Monroe,” my daughter sighed.“Still the only woman coaching a boys’ basketball team in Indiana,” I laughed. “And a championship team, at that.”“Do you still talk to La Madrina?”“Every morning, sweetheart. And a lot of other times.”“When will she be home?”“They are shooting on location in British Columbia and at some camp called Tyax in the mountains north of.