" Only" a practice! "Only" apractice! What kind of attitude is that Wick!?!?!"Terrence Cleo, a tall, shaven-headed young black man who was therebound ...eader of the squad added his two sense in an attempt todiffuse the situation. "We take practice seriously coach! It's justwith the dance coming up we're having a hard time concentrating on thegame." There's a dance coming up?" Big, dim-witted Bobby Schwartz asked,causing his team mates to stifle a bit of laughter.Coach Reynolds got the subject. She placed her hands on her inner thighs and pushed them farther apart, trying to make it easier. Pain and pleasure was radiating through her body as the teenager's hard cock finally squeezed fully into her.She felt so slutty, suddenly, which made her feel even hot for some reason. Here she was in the school dark room, sitting on the counter getting fucked by a guy she hated! She groaned loudly as he began slowly fucking in and out of her body.She felt an orgasm building, sparks of excitement. "This is about you, and you alone." She turned back to her computer. "And I'm not angry with you. Not yet, anyway. Just answer the questions."She continued drilling me for another ten minutes and I had less and less of an idea what to think. She asked me where I'd lived in the past, the names of dead pets, my favorite color and music, what qualities I admired in others, names of previous friends, teachers, and schools, information pertaining to my academics and athletics, and even whether I. I went behind my desk and sat down. I knew that the boys still had a great view of my legs. I continued my lecture as the students pretended to be following in their books. My shuffling in my chair cause my skirt to open up in front, showing off my thighs and stocking tops. I then opened my legs slightly, just enough to cause my dress to completely fall back and expose my lower body all the way to my belt. Pretending not to notice, I talked on about anatomy. The boys feasted on the clear view.