Want.’ I rambled in a whisper – still staring into her eyes. ‘For my wife.’ I stroked her hair – looking up at my hand touching it, then at ...her pale skin of her face, then down at her eyes again. ‘For my love.’ Lynn nuzzled up against me, holding me tight. She calmed down immediately, sensing the truth and the confidence in my words. Knowing that I meant what I said. ‘I love her, Lynn. I have… loved her. In special ways… But… not… fallen in love.’ My heart jumped at saying that. I’d just said. They smelled so good, kind of sweet, but tart at the same time time and very wet to touch. I stuck my tongue out and took a lick of my own moms pussy juice, it tasted like it smelled, tart and sweet, by now my cock was so hard I thought I would cum without touching it. "Do you like the smell of mommy's pussy baby" I sure do mom, It smells great"."I wish I could smell it for real"She just smiled and said "maybe you will someday". "For now you will just have to smell mommy's panties" While you. When I call your name, gather your gear and move into the JV locker cage. Jeff Green, Carlos Gomez, and Johnnie Boynes: you three start practicing with the JV today.”“As for everyone else here today, well, we are opening up all spots, so get yourselves ready for trying out. All spots are open again, and seniority doesn’t mean much except, in theory, you’re older and maybe wiser but, most certainly, you should be able to win your position.” After a few seconds of clapping, Big John whistled a. She grabbed my hand without waiting for an answer, shoving it into her panties. I felt her pussy, smooth and shaven, as well as dripping wet. “That’s from you..” she whispered. She pulled away, smiling and getting dressed, leaving me to stare at her. ”You better get dressed before my parents get home.” she teased. I did, and we sat there in silence until her parents arrived and I walked home, thinking about what had happened. The next week went by pretty much as usual, although I found Tara.