I also got started swimming on the school swim team. It was fun and I liked working out with the guys and the other girls. At first, I got some teasin... from the girls because I'm bald down there, but that passed, and I got to be pretty good at the longer distances in free style and sprints in butterfly. My shoulders got pretty muscular. Mom says that's good because I have pretty good-size breasts. "You need to have something to hang them from," she said.I traveled a lot with the team, and we'd. It swung hot andturgid in front of her. I gasped and blushed at the sight of it assumingI would soon be sucking it again."Head down on the bed!" she growled.She then moved around the room no doubt inspecting my work."Good gurl....you seem to have got the idea of my exacting standards...."she chuckled.I blushed at her calling me a gurl and the fact I had finally appeasedher."But there is still the matter of the six proper stroke," she quipped.She moved to the bed and flipped my skirt and. “I’m so very proud of you Dan, I love you so much,” she said for all to hear. “If football was life’s game, you just scored some major, major touchdown points with me!” She emphasized, tears pooling in her eyes.“I love you, Wendy,” he replied, kissing her and lifting her off her feet with a big hug. The women applauded, followed by the men.Wendy sat down, but Dan remained standing and looked at his watch, 11 pm on the dot. “It is 11 pm and this moment has been three years in the making,” Dan. To me, she started opening up about her domestic issues – husband not caring, in-law trouble etc. The proverbial shoulder to cry on was mine. That much was fine. But the nature of our relation seemed to change gradually. Professor – student lines were getting blurred. Her smile, her eyes, the tone of her voice: all so innocent, yet captivating. I also began to realize that these attributes seemed to be reserved for me. There was a subtle, yet definite, come-hither feel in her looks and voice..