"Ha, thanks for that, I did not sleep much," replied Ruth who then saw from Christine's face the conclusion that she had jumped to."You don't mean you... and Liam..." started Christine."No, no, not that, Dave has left me," replied Ruth although that was not the reason for her lack of sleep."Fuck, sorry to hear that," said a shocked Christine who always thought that Ruth's marriage was pretty stable."Oh, I am not, he has got himself a girlfriend and he is moving in with her," said Ruth.By now most. "Alright," I said as I removed my shorts & shirt.Standing in front of him, he started looking over me, inspecting my body."Turn around," he stated. "Nice ass." Thanks," I said."How bad do you want it," he began to ask me."Badly," I said gazing back down towards his cock as I subtly licked my lips."Beg," he commanded."God, I want your cock," I said as I knelt in front of him with a puzzled look on my face. "Please, I want to taste you..." Don't fucking touch it," he said. "What do you want to do. I want cock-stroking.So undo your belt and pull down your trousers. Get out your cock, and show me your meat. Are you hard, lad? Oh yes, nicely firming, growing and darkening, turgid and hot. Show me how you want it. Maybe I'll learn, and when we meet, I'll fuck you with my fist faster than you can.Run your fingertips up and down your shaft as I watch you lengthen and thicken. I'm staring at you with excited eyes and a dampening pussy. It doesn't take much to get you hard, does it? Just a flash. All this additional coaching knowledge made his head feel like it was spinning out of control.Coach Stanton placed a hand on Brad’s shoulder. “Now comes the hard part where you have to set aside your personal feelings and think like a coach. You have to scratch two players from the lineup for tonight’s game. I’ll give you a few minutes to come up with the names and reasons why.”Brad busied himself trying to figure out who not to dress for tonight’s game. Then seeing the trainer walking past, it.