I hadn’t really thought I would ever be having this conversation. My mouth just started talking. “Well, maybe at first,” I said.That seemed to c...nfuse her more than it did me. “At first?”“I mean, when you started.” I stammered. “I figured I’d see how far you would get before realizing it was me. A little embarassment for you always putting me down.”I could see a little anger flash across her face when the words came out. But my mouth didn’t seem to have an off switch and I am not sure if really. "I've worked you hard and it shows." Of course. Without Parker, none of us would have thought of working hard."Monday, school starts and we'll have a seven A.M. practice for running drills and conditioning, then an after-school practice in full pads." Two-a-days. How did he ever come up with a concept like that?"A week from today is our first game at Richland. If you keep working hard and listening to me, to your coaches, they haven't got a prayer." I thought you couldn't pray in school. Thank you for your time I feel my neck being released. My arms and legs are quickly released. I exit the truck. My body wants more.I drive home hot and wanting more. I can't take it. Pete does this to me more and more. It gets deeper and deeper. I am almost ready to tell him to just touch me too. I am so jealous that Amber is still tied in the back of that truck. I think about driving over to their house and demanding more. I turn out onto the street. I start to hear towards their house. I turn. Hands up he told me. Chris picked me up and told me to grab the cross bar. My husband put a bar across the shower at the top of the wall to stabilize it. I grabbed the bar and held on. Chris put his arms under my ass and lifted my pussy up to his face. He held me there and ate me out like my pussy was made of ice cream. I was moaning and thrashing, at one point even yelling out “Oh my god, yes”! All the while Chris kept sucking on my pussy while he fingered my ass. He had three fingers.