”“Do you miss it?” she asked, and he could hear she was trying not to let him hear the wistful note in her voice. But he was nothing of not hone...t.“Not with you,” he said. “Not with you here with me. But sometimes, yeah. It gets lonely, living on my own after Beth and the girls. But the coaching helps me to stay connected to the game. I would have felt like an outsider to life without it. Football is all I know.”She smiled a lazy, feline smile that heated his blood. “I can vouch that that is. The very tip of my cock stuck out at the top.Steph walked over and sat on the bed. Taking my shoulders in her hands, she turned me to face her. She flattened her hand against my hard cock that the panties held tight against my belly. When she rubbed it up and down it made me hot too.Then she pulled the front down, exposing my cock. She sucked me off while she ran her hands and fingernails over my ass through the material. For some reason, knowing I was wearing her panties made it more exciting.. R. Tolkien, The Letters of J.R.R. TolkienIt seems strangely odd to me that in the middle of the Second World War in Europe, the seldom mentioned Libyan City of Tripoli became sort of a turning point symbol of the ebb of Third Reich power. I knew with a certainty that in my future time existence in the twenty-first Century, That locale was of extreme importance again in the never-ending war on terrorism and struggle against Islamic Jihad. The road from Tripoli to Benghazi was littered yet again. His name is Ray. I’ve told him about us, Zach. If you need me I can be there in an hour.” Did I need her… Hell yeah, I needed her. “No, I’m not trying to fuck up your world. I just wanted to hear your voice, I think. Goodbye, Kaitlyn. You have a great life, okay?” As I took the phone from my ear, my heart aching as I fumbled clumsily for the ‘end call’ button, I heard her voice. “Zach, wait! Don’t go… are you still there?” I returned the phone to my ear, uselessly and inexplicably nodding as I.