’”Dave laughed, “You know, I never thought about it, but Larry Bird, Kevin McHale, and Danny Ainge do get a lot of playing time. Add in Jerry Si...hting, Greg Kite, Bill Walton, Scott Wedman, and Rick Carlisle, and that’s a pretty damn white team!”“Didn’t know you were a basketball fan, Dave. And to know the entire roster?” Julia said.“I am, and I’m a Celtics fan. But that’s because I hate all LA Teams like every good resident of Cincinnati! And because our team moved about ten years ago.”“Sounds. She was dressed for a Saturday of house work, I imagine. Cotton Capri pants, one of those baseball long sleeve t’s, gray with red sleeves. But now, having her stand there outside her car, I see my dream come to life! How could I have missed that? I looked right at her in the window of the car! Anyway, there they are – two round, cantaloupes under that tshirt, hanging damn near her waist . They were kind of squished together and I could see the outline of a heavy duty bra under the shirt –. "Oh God, Mom." My wife moaned. "That feels so fucking good." I slid my dick into my wife, feeling her familiar pussy devouring my shaft. "Want to see a cool trick your daughter can do?" I asked Lori, and she smiled and nodded vigorously. I shoved my dick hard into my wife, and began rubbing her clit with my thumb. "Baby... you'll make me squirt," my wife squeaked, in between gasping for breaths trying to take my cock. When I felt her body begin to tremble, I grabbed her mother's hair and guided. I’ll deal with Cal,’ Jessica offered. ‘Thanks,’ Claire said, taking the keys and slipping out the back door. Jessica looked up a few minutes later when Cal stalked into the mess and into the kitchen. ‘Where is she?’ Cal asked. ‘Where’s who?’ Jessica asked. ‘Claire.’ ‘I haven’t seen her since breakfast,’ Jessica answered, popping the tray of biscuits in the oven. Cal sank onto the stool . ‘What’s wrong?’ Jessica asked. ‘She’s pregnant,’ Cal said, still unable to really wrap his head around it..