He introduced me to his uncle, Patterson Blake, the Head Coach of the Men’s Basketball program. Coach Patterson was a tall, stocky bald man with an ...ron grip. He’d coached college basketball since the late 1970s and was always looking for new talent. He said I looked familiar. I wasn’t surprised. I was one of the best student-athletes at my old high school. Upon hearing that, he sized me up, then asked me about trying out for the team. That was more than okay by me. I played basketball and. So I thought of sharing my stories with a dash of my fantasy with you all. I have taken the title of the story from a movie named by the same. And maybe my further stories too would be titled like this only, inspired by a movie title. So with no further delay lemme start off with my indulgence of experience.P.S Have patience with story plot because I will be very descriptive. As I don’t like “Wham-Bam-Thankyou Mam” sort of plots. Enjoy. And ladies be ready with your B.O.B’s as the plot. I couldn’t find them. Then I heard a giggle coming from just beyond my doorway. Abby walked in and was holding my boxers in her hand.“Abby! What the hell are you doing?”“I heard Amanda from downstairs and then came up and was watching you two,” she giggled. “How come you never do that with me?”“Because…um…because only older kids do that.”“Aw, but I want to try to,” she said.“Well you can’t. And give me back my boxers.” She had a pout on her face and threw me my boxers. I pulled them up and. She needed me more than I knew. Then I wrapped my arms around her, and put my head next to hers. I felt her boobs leaning up against me, and I wanted to see her. I slowly leaned up, and pulled her dress off. I stripped both of us. I seemed to have a beyond beautiful woman in the palm of my hand. As we were both naked, we made love again, and she put her hands onto my neck. She teared up yet again, and it was clear what she was feeling. She was getting the real picture, and I was happy..