I was not usually this talkative and things usually had to be drug out of me one fact at a time.The waitress came and took our orders and commented on...how nice we all looked and asked if we were all sisters. This brought giggles from all of us. Mom assured her that these two were her daughters.The waitress feigned surprise and said, "Surely you are not old enough to have given birth to them," the waitress pointed at me and said, "this one looks eighteen and the other looks sixteen."The waitress. Hell, we might have had a real shot at state for a couple of those years. A lot of these boys had the talent to play football at the larger schools, but they barely got a sniff from the big boys because we were not winning. Everyone believed it was the players, but I’ve come to realize it was my system that held many of them back.”Tim sat back and listened as his coach went over a small list of football players over recent years that he felt he had cost them an opportunity to play football at. My friends and family do not know about my naughty little stories and would fall over dead if they ever found out.I can hear my mother screeching now, "You go wash out that dirty mind with soap!" I hear the angry mob crying: It is dirty! Smut writing opens a porthole to hell! Your eyes will bleed! Hmmm, let's test that last theory, shall we? Close one eye, just in case, and read the naughty excerpt below:You look down at the angel on her knees. Her blue eyes sparkle with desire as she looks up. Soon we were jerking off like a swim team double, in sync with every move.I knew I was close, and I could see the way her body seemed to move up with every stroke that she was close too. All of a sudden she got to her knees positioning her cock so it was over my chest. She gave a grunt and a girly moan as she erupted onto my chest and belly. It was all too much, and I started to cum too, making our cum mix on my chest and belly. I had never seen so much cum before, and definitely not seen any.