Her panty is wet! I need to calm down Neha thinks. She sits on the couch and closes her eyes.‘Can I bring you a drink Dr. Roy?’ Neha opens her eye... hearing a deep voice.‘No, thanks.’ Neha says.‘You look tired. I bet a glass of Champaign will do the trick.’‘If you insist.’‘I will be right back’.The gentleman looks familiar. Neha tries to remember where she saw him. Oh yes, this is the gentleman Ron was talking to. What was his name? Mark? No it was Mike.‘Here it is’ Mike hands the glass to. No change. Maybe they both had to wish at the same time. But how could he get this slob Peggy to wish for them to switch back? She didn't seem to find anything wrong.He edged back into the den. She was still glued to the game, slamming her fist on the recliner's arm and shouting at one of the players. Scott waited until a commercial came on, and then cleared his throat nervously. "Uh, Peggy? Remember our little argument?"Peggy gave him a blank look. "Huh? Oh, that. Don't worry about it, honey.. One long drip was hanging down spinning in slow motion before me. Without thinking I darted my tongue out and caught the salty nectar.This left my mouth wide open and he moved his hips forward and his cock touched my lips. I closed my eyes and froze knowing what might happen would change my life forever. The heat was pouring out of his cock and I moved my head forward as I opened up my drooling lips. The head hot and salty tasting. I started to suck his cock. He moved forward and back gently. I. Eddie and Pick put in our applications for the tournaments and clinics we had chosen. Our first event was the first weekend of March in Miami, so Pick began our practices early in February. We started right in with our Alpha-Omega scrimmages, only this time Pick mixed up the teams and the lineups on a biweekly basis."Ain't nobody needs to get comfortable out there," was how he explained his reasoning for changing things up so much.In truth, it seemed to me he was working on bringing the team.