You licked and sucked at my clit, slid a third finger into my pussy, and continued to thrust the other finger into my ass. I clutched at my breasts, ...olling and pinching my hard nipples between my fingers, pulling them roughly, as I rocked my hips to fuck your hands and mouth. It didn’t take long until I was grunting and moaning, bucking and writhing through one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. I filled your palm with my sweet cream I came with such force. Pulling your fingers from my. "It was almost 9 when I arrived at the shotgun house on the north side. The lights were blazing in the front room -- Sandy's living room. She opened the door, kissed me lightly on the cheek, and told me to sit. "We're having dinner in here," she said."It's a long way back to your kitchen," I said. "Why not eat there?" This is dining room food," Sandy said. "Since my dining room is being used for exercise equipment, the living room is the next-best thing. Reach behind that chair and get out the. I took them with a mumbled "Thanks." I managed to drink the coffee, that was all. It helped. I had a horrible headache and felt sick as well. Rufus asked if I remembered anything about last night."I remember Paul dumping me onto the floor and you picking me up into your lap. I must have been sleeping." Jack started telling me what his version of things were. He was really laying it out in detail too. Soon it was,"I did what!" and "You did that to me?" No wonder my ass was sore this morning. I. The crowd was shuffling impatiently when Leslie’s voice rose sweet, strong and pure all around them. Leslie belted out what every newspaper in New York claimed was one of the finest rendering of the Star Spangled Banner anyone at the game had ever heard. When she hit the last note of the song, the stands were deathly silent.“God bless the United States of America and the men and women of our Armed Forces. GO YANKEES! GO Jake! WOOHOO!” she yelled, pumping her fist.The stadium broke into.