As they left the field and headed for the car they saw Coach Saunders, Marcie's father, walking toward them."Good morning, Coach. The girls aren't int...rested in any additional training on holding a football for placekickers, so we won't be doing that drill today." That's okay, son. Could I ask you all to come into my office for a minute please?" What's wrong, Daddy? We were just running on the track," Marcie asked."Oh no, sweetheart, I just need you all to come in for a minute."When they. .. he dealt primarily with Brouden. We had sort of drifted apart. I realized how I had missed the association with him. I remembered his family, his wife was a doll and damned attractive but he had a 16 year-old daughter then, named Mel, that was unbelievably hot. I smiled to myself as I thought, like my Carol... In the lobby we shook hands and did the manly hug... Back in my office we caught up on the business stuff and he told me that I had quickly made the right changes at Brouden from his. " My eyes shut, letting the sensation take my focus.Janet picks us up from school every day, only it's just me on Tuesdays and Thursdays when Allyson has late practice. Those days have become my skirt-and-pretty-panties days so Janet can easily access and enjoy my body as long as she wants to. We only do this and she never asks for anything in return. I've never had sex before her. I experimented a little with girls, diddling under the covers, just minor stuff. Janet has been married a long. Having made what was probably her twentieth tour of the house since darkness had closed in around her, she sat down at the kitchen table still heaped with Bill's clothing that needed mending. She picked up the needle and thread from the floor where they had fallen when she had thought she heard some peculiar sound outside a few minutes before, and went back to work repairing a torn pocket on one of her husband's wool shirts.It was silly to be so nervous, she admonished herself, for, after all,.