He didn't want to keep the coach waiting.They exchanged the usual courtesies and reveled in the victory Friday night, then Coach Holsmer said, "OK, Bi...ly, you wanted to see me. What can I do for you?" Coach, I've already mentioned this to my dad, and he said that I should talk to you about my two problems. He thinks that your experience will be a good guide for me."My first problem is that Coach Easton expects me to come out for basketball, and, frankly, I don't want to. I have fallen in love. I really want to help you if I can, but it will be difficult, but together we can do anything." You know, I am 14 years old but I am speaking like the Dalai Lama, all this good advice must come from somewhere because so far, my life is really good at the moment. I suppose when you learn to speak the truth and from the heart, you become more aware of what is right or wrong. Even though society says what Amy and I have is wrong, it is love, and when has love been wrong, when both parties believe. The voice of a man off screen said, "Number 302 come forward please." The first of the girls climbed down form her stool and walked towards the front of the stage, teetering on high heels and making effort to walk gracefully in a skirt that was both too tight and too short for comfort. "302, your details please."The girl looked to one side, obviously towards the voice that was directing her. "Your details, please," the voice repeated. She turned back towards the camera."I'm twenty one years. “My name is Voluptus,” she said, pushing herself further up against me, “but you can call me Heddy.”My mind still had a lot of questions, but my prick was ready to go. And when it comes to arguments between my mind and my prick we all know who wins. I drove into her and started thrusting to match her thrusts up into me.I was starting to climb toward a really good orgasm, but before I could nut, I felt someone push between my legs. Then I felt a greasy prick press against my asshole. I don’t.