Go watch the cute girls play in the next flight,” Lissa said. “Don’t be upset. It’s your first collegiate tournament.”“But Lissa, if I don...��t do well, they’ll take my scholarship away.” God! I sound like a whiny baby. I just didn’t want to be embarrassed when we went back home. I imagined that everything good that had happened to me in the last month would suddenly evaporate. And I’d already started concocting a fantasy about coming home with a medal and invitation to the National Singles. Thank you, God.The driver was a woman and I breathlessly garbled what had happened. Luckily, she was nice enough to help a demented woman and phoned for a tow truck. Amazingly, I’d barely had time to say where I was heading and to learn that my rescuer was named Sherry and lived nearby before assistance arrived. That’s the good news. The bad? The tow-truck guy asked me what had happened and I told him about skidding — and confessed about the suspect brakes. Suspect? More like lack of. Then I turned her around and admired the work of art that was her god like ass. I took my sweet time with her ass. I gently squeezed her beautiful ass cheeks and then gradually started to massage them. My fingers’ movement was imprinted on her big ass, her butt flesh molded to whatever my fingers did to it, it was sensational. I then started licking her ass cheeks; I licked each and every sweat bead off her ass. Then I split her great golden globes and went to work on the interior of her. I was pleasantly surprised by how nice the callers were in response to my little girly voice. Mrs Jennings phoned in to talk to Peter and was surprised and pleased to hear my voiceShe even inquired as to what uniform I was wearing. I told her it was my Alice in Wonderland one. (I was actually wearing just my dressing gown). After just two days, Peter was up and about. He had a stack of phone calls to return.Later that day, he mentioned that Mrs Jennings wanted to call around to the house to see.