We took a bus to Catherine Street, Montreal’s version of Fifth Avenue in New York or the Miracle Mile in Chicago. We ended the day in an Irish pub o...f Catherine Street enjoying a beer with shepherd’s pie. After our repast, we went back to her apartment early as we had done the day before.I could almost sense her feeling of anxiety when we went to bed to make love. The physical actions were the same as the afternoon before, but the emotional intensity exceeded our previous couplings by an order. We talked some more about our c***dhood experiences while she runs her fingers through my hair and across my lips. She then said, " you have beautiful lips". Thats when I reached down and gently shoved two fingers into her hotwet pussy. Her eyes widened and she tensed up. As I continued to slip my fingers further in her pussy, I felt a stream of hot juices starting to run down my fingers, down to my knuckles and to my wrists. She was cumming! I thoughtto myself. Nikki must've been really. "My fault, Coach. I was talking about how I never saw a girl play football before." Well, you seen one now and she kicked your ass out there!" Coach looked around at all the guys. "She kicked all ya'lls ass. If we had ten more like her we'd be state champions. You might be bigger..." he looked at Brian. "And you might be faster, and you might even have dicks!"There was some smirking but Coach looked around and it got quiet again real quickly."Havin' a dick never won a football game! Being. We talked every couple weeks and got together to camp and fish a couple times. It had been 19 years since I moved and a couple months since we last talked, so I was surprised when his wife called to tell me he had died. He told her I was the best friend he ever had. I went to the funeral and his wife Connie said I could stay at their house while in town. I met Carolyn their daughter who was going to collage. She was very nice looking, good body and real friendly! I had been.