The team had done pretty good. We went twelve and one, losing our last game because the damn shortstop, who shall remain nameless, bobbled the ball in...extra innings and let the runner from Wingate score.Mr. Hallowell turned out to be a pretty good student. He listened when I explained why I did certain things and asked questions when he wasn't sure. He might not be the best coach next year, but he'd be a coach.Tests were done and final papers handed in. All that was left was final grades. Mine. I was turned on to say the least. I was sweaty from work so I grabbed a quick shower to rinse off. When I got back to the bedroom in a borrowed robe. They were on the bed we did a couple more lines of blow. Not too much I was only 23 but why risk the hard on I was sporting. Especially since she had changed into a white lace bodysuit. WHOA! I am dying here and this is heaven. I drop the robe and start kissing her, both of their hands are on me. Me and. I drove in deep, Debbie gasped, and then I slowly pulled out before sliding back into her tight, taut and tactile twat. We soon established a quiet rhythm, and I was congratulating myself on pulling such a honey of a girl when she said."I know you old guys like to keep to the speed limit, but you're in a no limit zone now, so give it some welly!"She was smiling as she said it, but the implied rebuke stung so I quickly built up speed, until I was going well over the limit.Debbie matched me,. It was indeed a large turnout and the grand stands were filled to capacity. It was standing room only for the remaining space surrounding the pool. Barbara Anderson was standing near the starting blocks talking to her son, Dominic Jr., and their coach Kathy Benson. It should be noted here that one reason for the large number of boys on the swim team was their coach. Kathy was a 22-year-old first-year teacher, not even a physical education major. She had done some swimming in high school and was.