“Since no one wants to leave, we will go to the gym for a weigh-in and a scrimmage with some of the team.”Dad and I shake our head as we stand up ...and follow everyone downstairs to the locker room.We get to the locker room and are ordered to strip to our underwear and to line up to a scale manned by what looks like a football player with others beside him. The parents of course were ordered to the football stadium.“All right pussies,” the guy at the scale barks. “I’m Tim Coolidge, the team. I licked my lips. "May I?" I pondered, lifting my hands. "Feel free." My palms lazily made the one foot trip to her knockers and landed right on top of her nipples. 'Cum is flowing down my legs,' I thought. She placed her hands onto her hips. "I love to be felt up, although, I've never had a thirtyish sexy brunette lady like yourself touch them." 'Oh, I'm loving this chick,' I thought. "You are shaking, Ms. Johnson, are you okay?" I nodded my head and then frantically yanked my hands. She was wearing a purple dress thing which went to about half way down her thighs with thick black stockings underneath and flat shoes, I watched her arse, hypnotised by the way she was walking.When I reached the door that led to the wee corridor where the mens and ladies was I found her propping it open for me, I smiled and said “thanks”, she smiled back at me and then bit her lip again.We stood looking at each other a wee bit awkwardly for a couple of seconds, then she reached her arm out and. Someone who wants to make you feel better. Someone who wants you to enjoy sex again”.I looked at Tracy. “Wow, she dropped a huge load on your shoulders. We don’t even live in the same town. How are you going to hook me up?”Tracy held my hand. “Doug, I want to be that person”.“Tracy, you’re married”“Doug, Kyle and I have been growing apart for about a year now. I don’t love him any more”I was stunned. “You’ve kept it a secret”.“Mom knows.”I looked at Tracy. “Are you sure you want to….you.