”“Yeah, great kid. He probably would’ve been better to go out with a good girl like Emmy.” Mrs Henson said. “Honestly, as reckless as Maura ...ot them to be, I think it’s a miracle her first kid is this late.”“Hmm...” Mr Zucker frowned. “You know, Emmy nearly hit Adam with her car that night.”“Oh.” Mrs Henson said. “So it’s your daughter’s fault Maura realized what she might be missing out on?”“Yeah, if not that night, Emmy took him on a couple of dates to say she was sorry.” He shook his. Sterling assigned us to the special teams' coach, Mr. Cantor, who was also my English instructor. We spent that first day listening to Mr. Cantor explain our responsibilities under different circumstances. He stressed the importance of staying alert, always being ready to enter the gameWe had to wait until the last fifteen minutes of practice when Head Coach Krown called upon all members of the team to practice together. The offense and defense starters lined up against each other and Coach. ..but only once...and here was this man taking pictures and talking about it...Suddenly my knees went weak and I stepped down...he was holding me as I came down, lifting my skirt to my waist...I was bare to my waist and this older man was feeling my butt and my front and lifting my hairs, stretching my little cunt...the skin tightened...it was all dark, and quiet and sexy...these hot strange hands all over my front and back. "Sit on the chair," he demanded. So I sat..."I'm taking another. She kisses down my neck and shoulders and massages my breasts with her mouth and tongue, sucking, licking and flicking.She wets her fingers and moves them back down past my mound and presses her fingers against my clitoris once more. She knows I like pressure more than friction. She is gentle. I am so horny and very wet. She spreads my inner labia and gently inserts two fingers just a little way into my vagina. Then she holds her hand still, teasing me. I am so ready for her. I grab her hand.