"Pause."Yeah, it was totally bizarre to go to the first practice and find I could read the coach's thoughts. All the little details of your life. Care...er, groceries to buy, thinking of how to get us to pay attention. Then how you could be closely watching Jane's kicking technique and offering suggestions while also aware of how her boobs were so big and her legs so long and sexy."This was getting routine, so I didn't even get too embarrassed to hear her know that."But now, why was I stalking. She had her rarely opened Bible in her hand and headed for the solitude and focus of the vestry. Christianity was for sinners. Chas felt no sin, only life. Yeah, The Beatitudes were okay, they extolled the positive towards others, not the flesh is rotten and corrupt and you are doomed unless you could stomach; crucifixion, that St Paul misogynist and a God who delighted in destroying bisexuals in Sodom and Gomorrah. Enough thought Chas, focus on the task at hand. The tasks for both her hands. ]He was holding himself above me on arms that were like stout pillars. I ran my hands up his chorded muscles, and lingered on his back. I could feel the slight lay of muscles beneath the skin. All that power, and it was focused on me. God, that was so sexy.Then he began to move.There are moments that defy description, and this was one of them. His dick was stretching me to the bursting point, and the friction was ... was ... I was burning up, and we'd just started.Damien lowered himself onto. Nothing to be embarrassed about,” mom told him.“Boys, come, join us,” mom suggested.“Oh, sure, that would be fun,” I said. “We’ll go change and be right back.”“Oh no, you don’t. Fair is fair. If you get to see your teachers naked, we get to see you naked. So strip right here for us. And put on a good show!” The empty wine bottles on the table confirmed what we suspected.“OK, but here’s the deal. Ms. Nelson, you grade us on our striptease. And then that is our grade for history! Deal?”.