But I got the impression Coach Brower had done this before."I thought this might come better from Coach Brower," Tom said. "So I asked him to stop by.... He didn't seem too concerned that we might beat them tomorrow with the wisdom he's about to impart."Coach Brower smiled."It's not a reflection on your team," he said. "It's a reflection on mine."I understood that. While we were getting pasted by Louisville and Georgia — two teams that wouldn't exactly set the world on fire — Marshall had beaten. I had watched the videos, read the stories, and occasionally took a banana from the kitchen to practice. But this was the real thing. I was scared! I timidly unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He had a small bulge in his boxers, and I have to admit, I was getting turned on myself. I hope it didn't show in my pants. His own member was very short, probably not even four inches. In my fantasies, he was always much longer, but this was a real thing. I couldn't complain. I brushed back my. We were not new to each other’s body having spent two nights together enjoying delicious sex. So, what we were doing was not totally new to either of us. Still, it was unique. She and I were alone. Her full breasts were heavy in my hands. Her nipples seemed always partially erect but grew with my touches and kisses. We took turns kissing, licking, sucking each other’s breasts. Liz climaxed easily just from my sucking her responsive nipples..Two nights ago, her pussy had a thin growth of hair.. Her skin was white, much whiter than mine, with a few freckles. Red lips seemed to stand out like a beacon, obviously lipstick. Or not. I wasn't THAT experienced with such things. She wore a long dress, medieval looking, almost like the thing the girl wore in Labyrinth, with long, flowing sleeves. The neckline was a bit lower, though...I had some boy scout training. I shook her."Are you OK?"Her eyes opened. They were green. Large, green eyes looking right up into mine. They widened, and I could.