." Ah, you saw it, too. Good." He took his glasses off, and set them down on his desk and started pinching the bridge of his nose. "I've been toying w...th the idea of switching Mr. Brooks and Mr. Ochoa. Paco's speed might serve us better up front as a scoring threat. But I'm afraid that might expose our middle too much."I hadn't considered the possibility of switching Jimmy and Paco. The more I thought about it, the less I liked it. I could tell Coach wasn't that keen on it, either.I sat down. He said I was a good girl, and that it made everything a lot simpler. He got me a drink and then said I was to go through that door — he pointed — and that I was to undress and get into bed. I asked, 'wasn't he going to kiss me?' Because, you see James, all night I'd imagined kissing him. And he said it was good that I was so keen. And then he took me in his arms and kissed me, just like I had wanted him to."She looks at James and says, "Is this what you imagined it would be like?" How could I. Paintings hung on the walls, and the thick carpet stretched in every direction. On both sides of the corridor were bedrooms. There was a small bathroom at the end, just before the door to the enormous lounge.Even with all the furniture the room was still gigantic, and seemed to be divided between a contemporary dining area and traditional lounge. Shades of green reigned supreme, with heavy dark green curtains, pale wallpaper, a big old sofa and armchairs, plus a full- sized glass dining table. As she leaned over the bed he could now see the full outline of her breast. He watched her full breasts moving inside her top a little as she wanked for him. He moved his leg a little and inadvertently his thigh pushed up against her breasts. Stephen could feel the underwire of her bra digging into him. Carol didn't move her breasts away from him. She could feel her nipples rubbing back and forth against his leg. They began to get harder and harder and harder. "Kind of feels like we're one.