She rested for a minute and then laid me down on the shower floor and started feeling my tits, as she panted and laid on top of me and rubbed her puss... against mine. I got such a hot feeling through my whole body as I felt my pussy respond to her gyrations, I gasp for breath and I raced to have a climax to beat all climaxes Id ever had. She kissed me with passion, my lips felt hers and my pussy tingles jolted me. My arms went around her warm wet body and I lifted my pussy up to meet hers. Our. She called me out onto the balcony. Stephanie stood against the balcony rail taking in the view. Our room looks out over a garden, onto scrub land and then onto mountains that run from the south coast, West of Marbella, into the Cadiz nature reserve. Even after midnight there was a gray half light in the sky heavy with rain clouds. In the distance, a few cars wound along on the narrow roads, their lights bright against the black of the mountains. They were so far away that no engine noise. Blame it on my temper mixed in with a Law and Order overdose.I was also counting on the fact that over the years he'd fallen a bit behind, grade-wise, held back by a school and foster system determined to get him literate before he started drawing social security."How old are you?" Eighteen," he admitted, scratching his shaggy head like a spaniel. Well, no, that's not right. He did use his fore-paw rather than a hind leg. "What's that got to do with anything?" You knew what the Worm was going. Life was good.Mr. Reed had decided that I couldn't go cold turkey without football, and if I wasn't going to play, I should talk. He practically ordered me into the announcer's booth. We'd had a dozen announcers the last couple years, none of them very good. The problem was, for the most part, the world is divided into jocks and geeks. The geeks can talk good, but don't understand sports, especially football. They may know rules, but they don't feel the game. The jocks know the game, but can't.