I didn't spend as much time on my ass, and I think I hit most of my routes. While I still managed to not drop the ball, I didn't feel like I did all t...at well. Coach gave me another atta-boy, though. I guess it is all part of the process.The amount of homework I got from football was surprising. I had a huge binder of plays I had to memorize. I even had to memorize the plays where I wasn't involved.After practice, Mrs. Bell drove us to the doctor's office. We were all very quiet. I was nervous. Trust me, from the front row it looked like a magic act! How'd you do that, Trace?" I don't know, Jeannie," I answered. "It just kinda happened." Geez, and I wanted to be the first. I guess you got me this time my friend," Jeannie whimpered with mock shame."But, you might help me out." Jeannie said, her eyes lighting up with burlesque-like excitement. "I need some practice, and since mine is out of commission," she looked back at Al who was down for the count, "Maybe, you could lend me yours. Your fingers delve inside me and I welcome them, I need them. “Fuck yes, give them to me” I can’t help it don’t you see that, don’t you see what you’re doing to me. You do see and you give them to me, all of them. You count as you add fingers, “One, two, mm three is getting tight” you say in a voice that is starting to show your own needs. Then, “four, oh yes, You want five?” you ask, and what can I say? “Yes damn it, give me everything” Holy fuck I would think if I could think. I found myself rubbing my cock u*********sly while I watched you. I wanted to save myself for later that night, hoping you and I could have our normal, “after an evening out” sex. I decided that opening a bottle of wine was the better choice. I opened a bottle of red wine, it was perfect, I had prepared a small antipasto also. It was perfect fare for a Saturday afternoon, you joined me, we laughed and talked, and drank. Two bottles had disappeared at our sitting, it was more than you normally.