.and me, of course. ....And then there was Vanessa. Vanessa was beautiful. She was probably no more than 25 years old. She had long dark brown hair,... tanned skin, voluptuous lips, and a killer body. She definitely had implants....Those double D boobs could not have been real! She wore a sleek black dress that hugged all of her curves. This dress accentuated her tiny waist and curvy hips and ass. I couldn’t help but be a little jealous. I hoped that I could have a sexy body like that one day.. "Be happy. Have fun," she said as she let me go.I grabbed Nollie's hand and ran up the stairs to my room, anxious to be gone before they changed their mind.The drive to her house was short, and I envisioned renewing the experience of closeness we had shared. I'd only known her for a few days, and I was rapidly falling in love. No boy, no matter how cute or personable, had ever made me feel this way.In her room, I attacked her. I threw her on the bed and landed on top of her, trying to swallow. If the kids had no dad in the picture, then their grandfather would be the alpha male in their world.We had an enjoyable time taking in the sights, chatting about the area, our backgrounds, and getting acquainted. As we passed one of the water front restaurants, I asked, "I like to spend a little time every day cruising these canals. If I came by tomorrow about eleven, would you all be interested in taking my little boat out to lunch, and then finding somewhere for a serious piece of New York. The trick was to always come at them offside instead of straight on. The whole idea was to use the additional momentum generated by the leap not to tackle him, but to rip the ball from him. It worked just under 50% of the time, but even when it didn’t, it usually slowed the runner down enough for someone else to tackle them. When the flying tackle-grab did work, it mostly resulted in a free ball bouncing around that they sometimes recovered. But it was something they weren’t used to dealing.