Football doesn't matter - at the end of the day, it's justa game. What matters is what you do, the way you act and how it affectsthose around you. I... can't think of a single person whose life youhaven't improved in at least some small way, just by being you." Even you? After... you know," he said, stroking his hand down the sideof my dress."Especially me. I won't pretend it was my choice to be like this, but Ialso won't pretend I'm not a better person for doing so. I think it'shelped me. She felt his embarrassment at the situation. "OK, then, I'll tell you what. I'll give you a tour of all the places that high school kids hang out, and then on future dates you'll be able to express your preferences."Dottie took me on a grand tour of downtown and places around Jefferson High. She even included the better restaurants as well as the drive-ins. We drove by theaters, some distant parks including a few that were famous for kid's drinking parties. All of that took a good hour and a. I smiled at your moan, and then your frown as the arms of the chair restricted the movement of your legs."Yes, love," I agreed, "there's not enough room," and smiling I stood, but before you could follow, I slid one hand between your legs, and under your bottom, making you gasp slightly as my fingers slid over your moistening and sensitive lips. My other arm slid encircled your back, and in one movement, I lifted you from the chair, my first arm moving further under you so that my forearm was. She slipped her dressing gown on tied her hair in a pony tail and disappeared out the door. I flicked the TV on to watch the news and gently stroked my cock just enough to keep it up. After what seemed like 20 minutes Sarah re appeared looking slightly flushed and her dressing gown was certainly looser than it had been when she went down stairs. She had my laptop in her hand with the top open and said, “you will need to keep it hard a bit longer but this may help” put the laptop the bed and.