Charlie Peterson had been a semi-professional tennis player in his youth. However, his career had never really taken off. And there had been other circumstances that had demanded his attention; such as having to take over his family company when his old man died; a small law-firm specializing in business-law.<br/><br/>But his tennis experience had put him in the position of being the trusted coach of the local girl team. They were juniors between the ages of fifteen and seventeen; several of them were quite promising and Charlie was doing what he could to make them the very best. His effort was not lessened by the fact that his own pride and joy was among this small group of promising girls.<br/><br/>He was tall and handsome; having landed one of the most beautiful girls he could when he was young. She had been sensual and appealed to a primal part of him; the strong need and desire for big breasts. These days though, their relationship was not that strong. Her beauty had faded and they were growing apart. His relationship with his daughter on the other hand was growing stronger.<br/><br/>She was like her mother in some ways, especially the buxom part. This was something of a disadvantage when playing tennis, but she seemed to understand that she had to use tight sports bras to keep playing the game well.<br/><br/>"Line up, girls!" Charlie called out, running his hand trough his dark hair. Practice was just getting started and he needed to address the girls before they began.