"Coach Hope sniffed distrustfully. "From your old team?"Sandra shook her head. "Uh, hear me out: she's a true freshman I metthrough, uh, outreach prog...ams."Coach Hope tilted her head quizzically like a bird. "Where'd she play inHigh School?"Dafne, already realizing that she was thinking of herself with the newname, was glad the question wasn't directed at her and she was just aninnocent bystander in this line of questioning. Sandra was sweating abit and practice hadn't even properly started. "There was a long moment of silence. Neither woman had to say more; theyboth knew they were talking about the killing of President Kennedy. It wasespecially painful for the two Catholic women because they had felt aspecial identification with JFK, the first Catholic president. For Claire,who had been just old enough to be aware of the assassination during herboyhood, it seemed especially cruel to have to live through it twice.The two women and their girls had spent the weekend together on the. The first few assignments we worked on together, we always met at the library. THis worked well for both of us. However, after about our 3rd class together, she proposed that we meet at her apartment to work on our presentation. We would be able to practice our presentation and not worry about disturbing others. Plus, as we both agreed, we could relax and have a drink while working.I got to her place and knocked on the door. She answered teh door and told me to come on in. I was surprised. It reminded me of when I was in high school and making out with my boyfriend in his car. I let him go to third base, but never all the way. The difference now was that this was my son and I had every intention of seeing this all the way through. We continued our kissing and stroking until our desire reached a fevered pitch. “OHHHHHHHH Tim!!!” Ohhhh, honey!!!! I groaned, my need for him overwhelming. He reacted quickly, moving between my outstretched legs. His cock grazed against my weeping.