"No tricks, I won't order you not to, but Iwon't order you to either. This is all you. Do you think you can haveme?"There wasn't much there to turn ...e on. She was a bulky, muscular,hirsute woman with short hair in a man's style and no make-up. Herbreasts were small and flattened probably by years of binding. So Itried to think of something else, fantasise, but it seemed difficult. Iremembered Jenny and the times we'd had together, but they seemedsomehow faded into the past, and also. "I walk," she told him.He filled out a small form and gave it to her. "Get some decent shoes with toe plates on both, spikes. School'll pay for them. Bring this back signed."So on Tuesday afternoon when the team started practice, there were twelve guys and a new player, one with a ponytail sticking out of the back of her cap and new shoes on her feet, low-cut ones with hard plastic cleats and toe guards. Jean heard some grumbling as she played catch with Artie, the team's only other. The cloth between my tits fell away while she kissed me again. She thrust more of that yummy, salty cum into my mouth.Mr. Coburn groaned.He watched us with such hunger. Such a shock. It was all his kinky fantasies coming to life. A mother and her daughter sharing his seed. I loved it. Mom’s tongue dueled with mine as we traded his jizz back and forth.Sadly, that wonderful cum melted into our saliva. Mom broke the kiss and purred, “It’s getting you hard again, isn’t it, sir? Watching me do. Before she could recover her poise a car glided to a halt at the kerb not twenty feet from where she hid. The car, with its engine switched off and only its sidelights lit, stayed where it was while Megan silently screamed for its driver to go away. Cautiously raising her head, she caught a glimpse of the car's occupants in its lit interior. They were a man and a woman, the latter being the lady who lived across the road, popularly known as 'the Merry Widow'. The man she was even at that moment.