“Janet, please don’t let Todd get to you. Everybody knows he’s just an ass who, from what I hear, just barely managed to pass his CIP test,” I... confided.“Oh, he’s right. I told mom it was useless, but she spent hours searching for the perfect outfit, so I promised her I’d give it a try. I knew he wouldn’t accept me, but he didn’t have to be so cruel about it!” she practically sobbed.“Would you be willing to audition for me instead?” I asked tentatively.“I know that you’re not really interested. I hesitated for a few moments, wondering if this was a good idea. It probably wasn't, but regardless, a few moments later I found myself coaxing Chey into the bed of the truck and scolding her for growling at Aaron again when he tried to help lift her hind quarters in before I followed him to the passenger side and he slid across the bench seat to sit in the middle, leaving me room to get in."Rory, this is Seth," Aaron said, introducing me to his friend, and when I glanced over it was to see. I’m sorry, Coach Masterson.”Laura’s head was spinning as she considered Kansas’ words. Her mother had died when she was three? How was that possible? That was about ten years ago. Jack was still in high school at that time. She decided it was a puzzle for another time.“We started out on the wrong foot,” replied Laura. “Let’s start over. I’m Coach Masterson and you’re Kansas. Let me go over my team rules and expectations with everyone. Then we’ll start practice.”At the end of practice, Kansas. Then she scooted forward, until her pneumatic breasts were cradling his prick in the hot cleavage, and she massaged his cock with the warm globes of flesh. This drove him crazy too. He loved every moment of the delicious agonizing pleasure, for the sperm was building up in his balls already, and he could hardly wait until her lips were fastened tightly around his cock and she was sucking his cum out as though it were a vanilla malt. He's meeting me at the airport. He works for the Pan Am radar.