Son, I was in the room where they were broadcasting. Your Aunt Patsy introduced us." Dad, do you think if I work at it, I'd ever be able to play as we...l as him?" Well, Son, I don't know. You see, Cecil Mundy just seems to have a natural talent. Too bad, he was drafted. He's a nice friendly guy. Who knows, if he was still here, he might even show you some stuff, if you ask him."By this time, I'm trying to figure out why everyone in my family except me seems to know about Cecil Mundy.The. There would be other texts and films as well. The second levelwould used for both physical and mental training. A large gym that hadswiming pool, weight machines, training tools, and series of class rooms.I was going to go with a sound mind and body view. The first level was tobe used as an office level. Except for a few office spaces, The wholeplace would be off limits to any who was not of my band of heros. I hadplaced orders for all the equipment. They could be here in eighteen daysand the. I lift my head, her breast is slick with my saliva. I skim a hand down, from her tits to her thighs, and then start sliding it up and down her thigh. " I knew you were a slut." " Yes!" She says. Her struggles threw her legs open wider, she feels me worm my fingers to her pussy. I feel the wetness there. She is wet with arousal, panting and flushed from her exertions. I chuckle as I stroke her. " Yesss," I hiss. " You like that, don't you?" I'm lying partway atop her, she feels my hard cock. If he could act as a sounding board in the future, he wanted to be prepared.He knew that was unlikely. This was the last day of the real-life "fantasy camp" the past two weeks had been. In the morning, he would be sent to the rookie camp and if he saw Brock Miller again at all it would be from a distance. The same was true with Randi Darby and Meredith Van Landingham and Josh Hart and Al Perez and, probably Fred Hartman and Rafael Mendoza, too. They would be in the high minors, one or two steps.