She laid her head on the pillow and waited. She fought back her own need for slumber until she saw his eyes close.She lay there for a moment longer. S...e heard his breathing slow, and soon he began to snore. She knew the coast was clear. She slowly slipped out of the bed.She quietly picked up her clothes. She waded her bra and panties up and stuck them into her bag. She slipped her skirt and tank top on and slipped her pedicured feet into her sandals. She quietly walked to the dresser and picked. .." he moaned as my tongue ran up and down his shaft. "God you know how to use that thing..." What can I say..." I replied, "It comes naturally."Grasping the base of his rock-hard cock, my mouth slowly encompassing the head of his cock."It's all you this time buddy," Thomas replied as he laid further back into his pillow exhaling deeply.Bobbing up and down on his cock, I explored the length of his shaft with my roaming tongue, feeling every ridge and bulging vein. God did his cock have a sweet. Herbert Mayfair, the psychiatrist who had examined Deirdre after the accident and had been treating her since then."I don't know if you've had a chance to examine Dr. Mayfair's report..." I have." Glance at it again, please. Humor an old man. Dr. Mayfair is a respected psychiatrist who has been in practice for 15 years in Jacksonville. Read his conclusions."I'd already done so, but I opened the folder and glanced through the pages. Toward the end he wrote:"My investigation, together with. Wendy was a better player than most of them, they’d love to have her on their team. I also assured her that I would be sure to give her a ride home, everything would be fine. Mom had no problem with Wendy hanging out with me. Mom trusted me. Heh heh.That settled that. Mom was going to stay at the club until their dad met her there for dinner. That gave us well into the evening to… play ball.Wendy quickly changed into some shorts and cute little pink halter top and met me at the front door. Now.