"Okay, then make sure they get their things in them. Wesley should be by you Tom and Sickema by you Andersen," he suggested. Who was I to argue with h...im.He talked a bit more about the game and the things we needed to do. Usually, he just talked with Tom, as he was the defensive signal caller, but he seemed to want the two of us to take control of the defense for this game. As he finished, we headed toward our lockers.Just then, Brandon and Jerry walked in with all their crap. Tom motioned to. I did, and looked up between her legs. She stood there in her dressing gown, but from underneath I could also see the panties she wore, black lace, see through and high cut, I could almost taste her well trimmed ginger pussy from the floor."Getting a good eye full?" she asked."Yes Princess!" Well its more than I am getting" she said pointing down at my cock, "Your tiny dicklette is no good for anything, even looking at!" She laughed.Standing over me, she rolled down her panties, slowly,. Or at least I thought it was Renae ... It turned out to be a catfish...” She doesn’t exactly look embarrassed, more frustrated.She continues, “But I thought it was you, and I thought I was going to get to fuck one of your dogs ... And that really turned me on – because it seemed very real, very achievable ... I was looking forward to it so much ... Then I found out that I WAS being catfished, by an ex-boyfriend...” Hands to her head in frustration.“The fake Renae arranged for us to meet here,. ‘Come here.’ I walked into his arms, relishing in the heat of his body. We stood that way for a while, my eyes closed, breathing in his scent as he ran his hands up and down my back slowly. ‘Alethea?’ I lifted my head, and his warm hands caressed my cheeks. He cupped my face in those big warm hands and kissed me softly. Brushing my hair out of my face, he ran his fingers through the silky tresses. He kissed the tip of my nose, then grinned. ‘Your nose is cold.’ I looked up at him, the high.