I was so nervous I didn't say anything. A few minutes passed when he turned and his hand landed in my crotch. My heart beat faster. Suddenly I felt hi... fingers move. The feeling of a strange hand on my crotch caused my dick to stiffen. Again he asked if I was awake. I still didn't answer. He moved his hand under the sheets and put it back on my crotch. Moving his fingers he squeezed my dick a couple of times. It was rock hard. My breathing quickened and my heart pounded. Jerry took my hand and. , had been sold six years ago to a bunch of Jews from Palm Beach, who needed something to boast about at the club besides how much money they made with their special friend Bernie Madoff. When their special friend got through with them, their special enemy Irving Picard started in. Most of them were bankrupt in all but name, but their obligation for salaries and rent would strip them bare, so they hung on. And only a sale of the franchise might ever get them even. They’d sold every player worth. She felt the need to wear full size panties to help keep the tight leotards out of her girl cracks. I had news for her they didn’t help. That leotard was about two sizes smaller than was necessary. I watched as she pulled it up her shapely legs, over her slightly rounded belly, and then up over her enlarged breasts to slip her arms into the sleeves. Then she grabbed the material over her breasts and shook the leotard as she shook her breasts trying to get everything in the right places. I. Soon I noticed the ferns moving, and I thought from the movement that I was in a nest of snakes. Snakes seemed to be all around me. Occasionally I got a glimpse of a writhing body gliding through the ferns, then I saw two snakes at the same time. Looking about, there seemed to be hundreds of snakes around us. I stood motionless for fully a half hour, a cold clammy sweat pouring out of every pore, my only protection against the snakes was a pair of boots. Stella didn’t seem alarmed at all!.