‘Sure,’ Tim replied. ‘I’m Tim Fetters, one of the doctors for the North Carolina State football team. I understand you’ve detained one of my... players?’ ‘I’m Sergeant Blue. You have some ID?’ Tim pulled out his wallet and handed the officer his driver’s license and a business card identifying him as the team psychologist. ‘I asked for a coach.’ ‘Yes, I understand that,’ Tim replied. ‘Carlos only has three coaches in his cell phone, and he told me he tried to call all three, but none of them. 'Kelly, inexperienced in the manners of drinking, tripped and fell to her knees. I had picked her up and made a big show of brushing off her clothes, allowing my hands to glide over the swell of her small tits, relishing the feel of her bare skin as my palms caressed her inner thigh.Kelly burped drunkenly, then thanked me, not noticing the flush of excitement that the contact with her body was giving me; not knowing how I'd memorized the sensation of my hand touching her springy, cotton bra. After trying the light switch, and concluding that the electricity had been turned off, I offered to get a flashlight from my truck. ‘I think we should meet at the gazebo, and let the house air out,’ Ms. Whitney suggested, and everyone agreed with her. We opened two doors, and the only window that I was able to budge, and we retired to the gazebo. It was a hot afternoon, but the shaded gazebo was comfortable. There were bench seats around the perimeter, and everyone had plenty of room. Ms.. I had a feeling she had discussed her lack of sexual experience with my wife and my wife said I would be a good teacher for her. I decided to ask my wife about it and come up with a good “lesson plan” to help her with her sexual experience.She got up, got dressed, thanked me and left. While she was leaving I thought I heard her talking to someone else I did not recognize. I came out of the guest room to see who and found my wife in the living room. She had her robe on, which was wide open and I.