He came to her row, asking politely what she’d like to drink. She had a low-cut tank top and sweatpants on. Not like his other passengers who seemed...to wear anything and everything expensive that they owned, flaunting it in his face. She ordered an old fashioned. Stunned, he rushed off to make the order. He took his time to make it right, unlike others where he would skimp on the alcohol. This woman intrigued him. He peaked over as he finished, each passenger now getting comfortable in their. "Dammit Ramirez! Your supposed to touch him not tackle him! And you Koshchek what the hell are you doing? You let a backer put you right on your back and she isn't even near your size. Both of you stay after practice! The rest of you hit the showers!" Coach Davis said.Both players took a knee at their Coach's command. It was obvious that Carm didn't like Koshchek and Davis meant to find out why. Both were his star players. He needed both if the team were to play well. Pete and Carm were both. More time bleaching the whole thing to a trashy bottle blondecolor and styling the wig to surround his face with curls as well ashang down so far the ends had tickled his bare ass when he got home.Thursday afternoon entailed getting eyelash extensions and extreme,garish makeup running to blues, violets and reds. His lips had beeninjected so they swelled up and then painted with bright red lipstick.Full length, garish red artificial nails were bonded to his own nailsand even his toenails had. Laughing she sat back down and immediately grabbed Rickie’s hand, “Feel this quick feel it”, he slid his hand back up, moving over the stocking tops on to her naked pussy, she smiled at him as she showed him her pants clasped in her hand. They left half of the meal, paid and went to the car. They had already parked at the far corner and soon he was fucking her on the back seat. The drive home was fast and the rest of the afternoon was spent in bed, fucking each other’s brains out. Monday,.