Chad was on the cross country team with him. While he knew there would be some boys wouldn't be picked, he hated to see that happen to one of his team...ates. Denise had started to drive away when Roy heard a commotion from the back of the SUV. A nymph, already four feet tall and growing, was trying to crawl over the back seat."What's going on?" Roy asked.His initial response was a chorus of musical laughter that sounded like tiny bells from the miniature nymphs. The growing nymph somersaulted. Over half of Scott’s business was directly or indirectly related to David Osborn, not that he would ever tell him that. A lot is on the line for Scott, so he has to make sure that David plays well, and David has been slipping lately with the stress. Scott knows that David is much better when he is able to have sex regularly. Scott doesn’t feel bad about breaking it down so coldly, but facts are facts in his opinion. He knows he needs someone there to relax David and put him in a game winning. He very gently rubbed the inside of each thigh, and with each move, he got a centimetre closer to her hottest parts. She was now alternating between opening her thighs and squeezing them together. He noticed the very wet patch in her pants, he knew she was very excited. Then, he was slowly undoing the buttons on the back of her short skirt, and pulling down the zip. Next, he moved his hand up her slender back, pulling up her tight t-shirt. The t-shirt got stuck around her breasts and wouldn’t. ”“Oh fuck off,” she mumbled as she made her way into the bathroom, legs wobbling. “I had a rough night.”As the door slammed closed, a wave a relief flew through me. God did I feel good. The fucking rush of last night’s escapades made me feeling fucking on top of the world. What can I say, my body was still pumped full of endorphins and lustful rage. I never thought I could ever do something so, so nefarious. Did I seriously just become a rapist overnight? ****As the day went on, I got a call.