” Anita continued in a flustered voice. She could feel her face flushing hotly and silently cursed her husband for getting her into this mess!Phoebe...laughed and crawled out of bed herself. Unselfconsciously, she bent over and picked up a small pile of clothing, then headed towards the bathroom. Anita could only stare at the petite but curvaceous brunette. “Don’t sweat it,” she said. “I’ve got to get downstairs anyway and make dinner.” To Caroline, she asked, “Okay if I use the bathroom and. Then she looked up at Traci. "Why did you decide to go down on me? I mean it was fantastic and I loved it, but neither one of us had gone that far with each other."Traci just shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know really. It wasn't like I really thought about it much except that I wanted to show you how much I love you and I wanted to help you to feel good. It just seemed like the thing to do. I hope I did alright." Alright? It was fantastic! You know how good Greg is. It was different when you. Two things happened during that last game. Both involved me.I was serving, and during my serve, I start my jump almost five feet behind the base line. This way I can keep my serve from going over their end line. I was on my first serve, and the Referee called me for a foot fault. Unless I landed before I hit the ball, it was impossible for me to foot fault. The ref called it, and we had no recourse. As the game proceeded, there were some other questionable calls. But we continued to hang in. Someone must of have been waiting at the window because by the time he had closed the trunk, the front door was open and his brother was on the front stoop. He had gone completely bald."Lil' Bro!" he called out."Burt!" he called back.Hunter used to call him fartface and his brother would call him shithead, which drove their mother crazy. Burt's daughter was eight years old and his son was six. Hunter guessed that kind of language wasn't appropriate anymore.He met Hunter halfway and gave him a.