I felt an erection building in my pants. Sitting on her like I was there really wasn't any way to hide it so I just kept massaging hoping to distract ...her from my quickly growing cock. I moved off her ass and began massaging her legs as usual but something took over in me. I was too aroused by her to stop as my hands rubbing her calves, up her legs to her thighs. Looking at her crotch I could see the faint cleft of her pussy. Holding my breath I slid my hand up between her legs and pressed my. Yes, that would be the place to take innocent, shy Michael. Right there, after I show him that image. My fingers were half consciously massaging my thigh through the fabric of my jeans as these thoughts turned themselves into possibilities.. Then there were those other pictures in the exhibition too, yes I’d show him them. It was then the idea began to form and I bit my lip in anticipation, sliding my fingers higher to the front of my jeans, between my legs. Softy rubbing the clothing against. Alexis called me about six, telling me she had a last minute appointment, she would be late. I told her I was feeling a lot better, not to worry, I would go to bed early and talk to her the following day. The anti-inflammatory medication was really working well. I got up about seven thirty Wednesday morning and started dressing for practice. Even though I had been excused until Friday, I wanted to see the trainers, get their feel on how I was progressing.I arrived at the practice about eight. It really does open up a lot more for me in explaining how I was muddling along for the last many years.Springfield, Virginia. I remember wanting to play little league baseball. But dad wasn't around very much and, until later in the year, my mom did not have a car. There was no way to get around even if I demanded it. LOLI do know we were on the bowling team at St. Bernadette's that year. They would bus us to the bowling alley after school was finished on Thursdays.I loved to bowl. I was good.