She then loosens her jean shorts, and letting them drop to the floor, steps out of them and kicks them on top of her discarded t-shirt. She then takes off her red thong, tugging it out of her ass crack where it has become nestled. You’ll have to excuse her…she has very bad manners!” “Hi, guys!” Tracey gushes, flashing a broad smile and making eye contact in turn with first Dan and then Eric, both tall, blue-eyed blonds. She braces herself for the blast of cold air that she knows will hit her and throws open the door. She braces herself for the blast of cold air that she knows will hit her and throws open the door. A little rowdy, maybe, but typical teenagers. You’re actually going there!” Tracey exclaims in drunken bewilderment before Dan shoves his tongue back in her mouth. “You were so good, baby!” she purrs contentedly, snuggling up against him. “Who?” Aaron replies, distractedly. I haven’t had a thing to eat since breakfast!” Tracey cries out pleadingly. No longer is she Coach’s wife, dressed in a team jacket, jeans and sneakers, cheering on the Warriors at one of their home games.
