In the past. I asked to see her Grandad and she went to fetch him. “Yes, son” he said confidently as he came to the door. I told him about my ball...and he took me around back to fetch it. I was wearing my old joggers, very tight with a pretty large hole in the back from wear and tear. I bent over very slowly to pick up my Ball. When I turned back around, I saw he was covering a bulge with his hands. My suspicions were confirmed. As I was leaving I struck up a conversation. ”Had a good weekend?”. Feeling the moisture of the precum already there i whip it off with the tip of the finger, breaking the kiss i bring the finger to my mouth, licking off the sweet taste of it with my tongue, watching ur reaction as i do, seeing your cock grow harder as i do, smiling i bring my hand once more down, hearing your breathing slightly grow as i push the fabric of your pjs down some to gain better accessa evil grin on my lips i bring that one finger away again, bringing to my moist and swollen clit i. And I knew why.Everyone has heard of singers, actors and footballers, with extravegant demands before they perform. Even I didn't perform well in a match unless I performed my stretches in a certain order. The same was true for dave. Maybe jacking off was his ritual. Maybe that was why he needed his own changing room. And I had screwed it up for all of us. We lost miserably.-----------------Two weeks later we had our second match. Pierce hadn't mentioned the performance, but pushed us a lot. Every sexual act she could imagine, including bisexual males and females were depicted, beautifully rendered. She realized how excited she had become. Now these art pieces seemed to drive her a little wild just like Kathy's pictures. It suddenly dawned on her, these were just like the pictures... She jumped then, startled as she heard Brother Bob's deep male voice speak, "Welcome dear Linda to the Shrine of Aphrodite That's what the old people called this room. The books we found told us about.