Ray...my mind trails on the idea that Bambi wants me.It's not a doorknob, it's a lever. And it's tight. I grasp it, and pushit down. The hydraulics sl...de it open. And suddenly I am on stage.Three spotlights pale even my colorful makeup. I see camera peoplefilming me, two of them in cranes. Fake applause rolls over me. AndMaster Steve begins to announce my arrival as I stand paralyzed. One ofthe camcranes, swings over daringly to, it seems, look at my ass andnaked legs. I wonder how much zoom. Her nipples were small and perfect, surrounded by large pale areolas. Her mammoth mounds swayed on her chest with her movements . Mark’s cock was now fully erect, and he could feel the head pressing against the waistband of his shorts as it strained for release. He looked down for a moment and was amazed at the size of the lump pressing against his shorts. He looked up at Jeanine again as she slipped out of her flimsy pantaloons, her eyes locked on his erection. She tossed them aside and then. "I don't think I'll have to worry about you not getting your touches on the ball, Porter," she said. "Somehow, you'll find a way."I smiled at her. "During practices, I'm a ball hog," I said. "During games, the ball can stay on the other side of the field, for all I care. Fewer chances for me to fall down and embarrass myself." And us," said Eric, still ostensibly chatting with Keisha.Jorge and Anthony were headed back toward the bench. I waved to Kay, and Eric and I ran up to join them. I put. "Calvin told her that I could try and win them back for her, if she wanted. She looked at him and asked how. He told her that if she removed one article of his clothing each time he lost, he'd keep playing.Amazingly, I suddenly began winning, and with each hand, I watched my wife remove another piece of Calvin's clothing. Calvin is extremely black, jet-black in fact. I was fascinated by how white my wife looked when her hands touched his skin here and there.When Calvin lost the next hand, my.