You sure. Its a hot out there. I said. Umm. Okay …. I guess. She agreed to get into my car. I could see she was feeling uncomfortable. I opened up ...he passenger door for her. She got in. My eyes instantly fixated on her milk white legs. She had scars, little cut marks. Was she a cutter? If so, this would be a hell of a lot easier. I could bring down her self-esteem and pressure her into things. Its all right if I just stop at the gas station first? I asked No problem. I drove, past her street. He ran pass routes and caught the ball fairly well. He was no Lance Allworth, but he did not drop many. He noticed coach looking at him quizzically and wondered what his problem was. The coach motioned him to the sidelines.Glancing at his clipboard, he put a football in Jake’s right hand and said, “Turner, throw this to the quarterback.”Jake sailed a tight spiral to Brad Simmons who stood about thirty yards away. Jake did not understand this drill. He was not a quarterback and did not want to. She moaned softly. I stopped pressing her boob and pulled my cock out. Now I asked her to lift her ass up and placed my cock underneath and asked her to sit on it. Due to heavy sweating, her ass cheeks gave room for my dick. Now my masi started breathing heavily after this act of mine and started to move her buttocks front and back. We both moaned loudly and I kept squeezing her both breasts, by causing a pain as well as pleasure. Now she increased her buttock speed and very soon I cummed all. What’s the matter, you can't seem to make up your mind? To nibble or decline?”My fingers moved down between my lips coating my fingers. “I'm trying to decide where apple eating falls into my rules.”Another soft chuckle through my phone made my back arch. “I would put the apple in my other hand, the one over your breast, but more a mere fraction of an inch from those lips. The other hand would slip under your night shirt and rest over your abdomen.”“Ah, you are trying to make me take that bite..