I stand behind her looking at the most perfect ass I have ever seen. Her buttocks, soft, smooth, are in the air, her back arched in a cat like way. I ...an see her pussy winking at me as her body still spasms from her climax. I move closer, my hand reaches out and I gently move my fingers across the expanse of skin, my touch light so as not to ruin the perfection. She gives small twitches as my caresses tickles her ass. I slowly start to move my hand closer to the crack until my finger touches. I decided to go to get a drink before I got in the shower to cool off so I got some water from the fridge and sat down at the table. I had sat there for probably 5 minutes before mom finally put down the phone and went to the fridge for something to drink as well. I couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing only a g-string and skirt with a tank top and no bra. It made sense though considering how hot it had been lately.She sat down at the table and opened a pepsi and drank it as we talked. The music had stopped but he wasn’t even sure how long ago. A half drunk cup of coffee stood on a low table in front of the couch. Lionel could see it was cold just by looking at it.This was worse than the days before a visit to Clerkenwell, he thought, and those were distracting enough. A couple of days ago, he couldn’t have imagined the situation he now found himself in. Yes, he’d noticed Allison. After all she was just the sort of woman he found attractive; self-assured, confident, neatly,. He did something different this time as we sat or stood around him in a big wide circle. He likes to walk while he’s talking to us and we’ve learned not to crowd him or he’ll kick a foot or two to make us back up.Tonight he carried what everyone knew would be the game ball, but all he did was walk and talk and toss the ball up and catch it in his right hand. We have learned that he coaches and teaches the same way he likes for us to play football. Deliberate and precise.It’s like he searches.