I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean.” I snatched the marker out of his hand and scribbled all over the mess of loops and circles and ...s. “You’re going to run left, I’m going to throw you the ball, and we’re going to win. We don’t need to diagram it.” Everybody always wants to make things complicated. We should all just take a nap. The line assembled. I could see the coach glaring at me. He’d probably spent a lot of time drawing that picture while I’d been watching the Redhead. We finished the tour in the great room where I was introduced toTheresa, Darrin's wife. I'd had glimpses of the great room as we toured,but this was the first time I'd stepped foot inside. It was gorgeous,and spacious!"Theresa," Darrin said as he led us into the large room. She looked upfrom where she was sitting on the couch, reading a book. "I'd like youto meet Sarah Carerra."Theresa stood up, and she looked me over for a moment without anyrecognition. It was obvious that she didn't know who. I assumed he was again enjoying his little red head lover for a bit of morning sex.My curiosity got the best of me so I decided to sneak through the window.In the middle of the room there was a different woman, a curvy blonde, on her knees sucking on the biggest cock I had ever seen. The woman's face was hidden, but her body was really perfect, tanned and nicely shaped.She wore nothing but small black bikini thong; her exposed boobs hung beautifully as she used her lips over the head of that. For some reason my hips have always been wide, my waist really small, 24 inches, and my bottom nice, round and firm. I had kept my dark black hair usually in a pony tail trying my best to look cool. All it did was make me look prettier with my hair down. Well tonight, it would just make me look sexier. Tonight, I had decided to wear a black tight micro mini skirt, a pink leopard lacey thong, pink with black lace Eva Plunge Bra , a pink halter, and 5-inch black stilettos. My skirt being.