I asked if Trace would be with us. I felt somewhat lost with the notion of a sexual escapade without her.'No way. I don't even want to hear what happe...s.' Her smile that made me wonder what just what went on between them. Pam chose the restaurant, an Italian hole-in-the-wall with Formica topped tables, limited chalkboard menu and great food. It was advertised by just a flag drooping from an upstairs window. The clientele when we arrived was largely Mediterranean workingmen. They yelled to the. We both enjoyed it so much, we did it 3 more times. I loved the feeling of his cum shooting into my asshole. It was so warm in the cool water.Their conversation was had in the shower. Misti had unwrapped Rick's leg, and had suggested a few things for him to do to ease the irritation, and speed the healing. She had told him of her past as she scrubbed him first, the he scrubbing her. She hadn't shaved her pussy in nearly a month, so her hair had grown out completely. He had, as he washed her,. One game was a blowout and the coach emptied the bench. The other was a tighter contest, but Stanford had a lead with only a minute to go."Rogers!" the coach barked."Yessir?" Get in there. Run a double fade, long. Then the X-Post." Yessir!" Jason said, as he put on his helmet and ran onto the field. Stanford was on its own 40. Both plays were long passes-'bombs'-and Jason had the arm for them. Coach wanted to see if his arm was as strong in a game... and if he could throw accurately with. Tough, With a tone unlike him he ordered!"Spread your legs."Stacy jumped at his voice, and spread her legs about a foot apart feeling her dress rising higher, then as she felt a sting on her ass, realizing he had just spanked her, she heard!"Wider."As she obeyed she felt a wave of humiliation from both being spanked and at the fact she felt her dress expose the lower part of ass to his view. None of this was was lost on George, squatting down to do a mock pat down of her legs, as if she could.