”“Brad called us after the skills competition to say how much fun he and Jake had. Every NHL team had scouts and other managerial people in attend...nce. He won the hardest slap shot portion with a puck speed of 106 miles per hour,” Karen mentioned.“That’s faster than any NHL shooter. He has shot the puck at 116. The scouts will like Brad for that shooting ability,” Dan added.“Jake said he came second in the accuracy shooting competition,” Wendy mentioned.“Teams are always looking for a player. "There's no such thing as JUST a housewife," I snapped. "Housewives ... domestic engineers are the mainstay of American society. They are the main pillar supporting the family unit. As a woman and a feminist, I'm making a choice and I choose to stay at home and assure that my children are brought up properly." Okay, Oprah," she smirked. "Can I finish my question?" I nodded at her again, but I was suspicious."Why can't you get a job until you get some kids?" she asked. I just growled at her."Or. Here.” He set down the spatula and stood behind me. His eager hardness pressed against my ass. His arms wrapped around me, taking my hands in his. I faintly felt his heartbeat through his chest. His soft cheek nuzzled against mine. “You have to curl your fingers in, Sara. I don’t want you to slip and cut yourself again.”“Thank you,” I replied. He stayed against me as I sliced through the fruit properly, protecting me, my own personal guardian angel. “Like this?”“Perfect. That looks delicious.. Richard stood next to me and treated my straining erect shaft to a good hard wank. He was so close to me his cock rubbed against my naked thigh as it wiggled with the movement of his hand pumping my shaft. Richard’s technique was to wrap his whole hand lightly round my shaft and stroke up and down my length, sliding his thumb and forefinger in a ring over my penis head, while caressing my bum and the backs and insides of my thighs with his other hand. He took ages and slowed down when my cock.