I met Tyrone Peterson the day he walked into my office, hurried and sweaty, asking me when the football tryouts were. I looked at him. A tall, good-lo...oking, brawny young black man. Both his name and face were familiar, in part because he was a spectacular lineman on the Mason High School football team last year. I keep track of the trends and names at Mason High School. Most of the students end of attending Mason College anyway. Oh, yeah. Back to Tyrone. I told him to relax, then offered him a. I had been wishing it for ages in my head when he got up. "I'm knackered son I'm off to bed. See you in the morning, Have fun"... (have fun? oh I intended to, with my very sexy Mom;)I looked at you as you laid there on your back. Your big,heaving breasts moving up and down as you breath. The top 3 buttons were undone and I could see a little bit of your tit.Your little black skirt had ridden up above your knees but your legs were down and closed.I lifted from my chair when I heard my Dad shut. Eddie, walking in behind Billy let loose a long low whistle.I stood and walked out. I wasn't aware I was creating a trail of shredded paper behind me."That Kat has claws." I heard Nick say as I stepped out into the sunlight."So I dunno what they have planned." I said and waived my hand in the air. I'd just finished explaining what I'd done to Cleo."Oh My god! You trashed Billy's office!!" Cleo was laughing and couldn't get passed that one little fact.I gave her a sheepish grin."Yeah well." The. We would be sitting drinking tea on the patio, and there was Tony, finding something that needed to be done just nearby. Or when we took a stroll round the farm, he'd manage to be somewhere we just had to pass and couldn't ignore him. But for all his attempts to get to know us, he turned out to be incredibly shy, so when we rounded one of the barns and found him there yet again, asking him how he was, he turned a fiery shade of red and muttered something about having work to do, and off he.