Help coach conner.

You figure.. you have time to help coach. Maybe itll buy you enough information to find karen in this crowd.

"Yeah i can help, what was your name?" You ask the coach.

"Conner, coach conner. Hey thanks little man. Here catch." She tosses you a whistle from her pocket before letting out the loud screech of hers. She jogs quickly back onto the field yelling something about a yellow card. You fumble the catch as you scurry to the ground to retrieve it. In a flash two heels dig into the green grass in front of you.

"Don't look up," a calm stern voice says. Instinctively you try to raise you head only to be met with the foot in front you, forcing your gaze downward. "Doug right? dont look up." You decide to obey the stern voice. "I know who you are and why you are here. I set up thats scrumptious ass to take over the other refs attention in the porta potty. My neice, number 14, needs to win this game. Im the aunt that can get her anything," you feel pressure pushed on your face from her foot, "distract coach conner and make a few bad calls, and ill give you anything you want. Though, im guessing we both want. Dont let me down."

The pressure releases from your face as you finally see the white dressed futa walking away. This is your chance, brushing youraelf off you place the whistle around your neck and stride onto the field. The players dont notice you as they sprint back and forth playing the game. You spot karens neice wearing blue. With a slight jog you catch up to coach conner as a kick barely goes into the green goal. The neice runs up and you see the undeniable lowering of his should to hit another player. Time slows as you think to react....

You strip your shirt off. Being a fit young male pays off big as you see coach conner whistle in mouth stare in disbelief as well as a few players. Karens neice strikes true fouling the other girl with non the wiser. Just as she begins to shoot you flew your back and bend over. Coach conners whistle falls out of her mouth as the cheers of the blue team fill the air. She shakes her head to award the point.

You remain mostly quiet for several more plays, things look as if they are going well. Jogging along with the game you see karens neice showing agressive signs again dribbling against another player. This time just bending over wont work. With a full sprint you catch up to coach conner and as you pass by, with great skill and concentration slide your hand from base to tip down her thick flaccid cock. She turns beat red looking down and completely missing the foul again.

The game ends abruptly with blue winning 1 to 0. In the distance you see karen stand up, smirk on her face clapping slowly. The teams celebrate as you see her neice chatting away with her in the sideline. Karen looks away for a second to text.

Buzzz.

Your phone vibrates and a message arrives.

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You are shaken back to reality by a strong muscular hand on your shoulder. "Well done out there, thanks for all your help. Couldnt have done it alone." She clasps another hand on the other shoulder.