Her boobs, which looked bigger on her thin figure, her silky hair and innocent face were making me weak. Then she called my name.Amisha: What? Where a...e you lost, I’m talking to you.Me: I was just thinking of taking back up of your data before formatting your phone.I left and went to the hall. I sat on the sofa and started getting backup of her phone half-heartedly. She saw that I wasn’t talking to her much and wasn’t being myself. She was serving me the coffee. As she was so close, her. She must have known I was captivated, but gave no sign of noticing my glazed expression. Sometimes she bent down to put something on a lower shelf, and showed a deep, deep cleavage down the v-neck of that top. I was entranced.Should I make any mention of this new state of affairs, or should I not? I decided it was a trend that ought to be encouraged."That sweater looks good on you." What, this old thing?" she answered nonchalantly.Then there was another accident. Or "accident"? If it was faked,. I resolved to be a nice guy and I tried to enjoy the evening with her. She moved close to me as the evening wore on and something about her stirred me, she has a very sexy aura and it was as if she was casting a spell of lust over me with the oozing sexuality spilling from her. Eventually, lust overcame reason as I moved to her and kissed her, she responded with extreme excitement and I knew then that I had to fuck this woman and feel her body react to me. That night was mostly straight up. "I'd love to have a chance to instruct these kids in some of the things I learned as a starter when I was in high school. I don't know why Coach Golden does it this way, but this is how it's always been done." Maybe I'll ask Coach Golden that question," I said.--oooOooo--I had a chance to talk with Coach Golden the following Monday afternoon. "Do you mind a few questions, Coach?" I asked politely."Bob Burton warned me about you," Coach replied with a grin. "Why? Why? Why? He said you asked that.