"No. I'm a professional." A professional cherrybuster.She tilted to one side. "Oh god, I'm leaking all over your table." A damp spot on the paper was ...xposed when she spread her legs. "Maybe my breasts are sensitive, like you said. You're so smart."I hadn't removed one of my hands."Does this happen often?" I asked."Yeah, every time Derek and I make out. Sometimes, even when I just think about sex. Maybe you could take a look and see if something is wrong?"Examine her dripping pussy? "I'm not. John lost the next round, and with it his shoes. Then Sarah lost two rounds in a row and with them her sweater and shoes. Then suddenly John found the luck going against him and he lost four rounds in a row. He then found himself without his socks, sweater, shirt and tie. He lost the next round again and with it his vest. Joan lost the one after that and with it her sweater. She was down to her bra and skirt. They continued to play on and. Dave promised to give her all his time Friday night and Saturday afternoon and evening. He said he would see her after practice and hung up.John and Dave talked for a while before they left for the rink. The practice was hard and most of the team had somehow heard about Dave leaving for ten days - they didn't seem pleased with his lack of commitment. During the last half hour of practice, Coach Vigneault ran them through their systems. Dave and John were on the same line, each on a wing with a. ‘What?’ Terry yelled from across the room. A few women laughed uncomfortably. ‘Tell us what you like Betsy. You’re standing here in front of everyone with your boobs on display, no reason to be shy now,’ Sharon said. Betsy moaned again before she spoke, ‘I like my nipples played with roughly. Pull them…twist them…Bite them,’ her voice got stronger as she went on. ‘Yes, that’s it, bite them harder.’ I pictured my wife biting Betsy’s nipples and my cock flexed up from where it had been laying on.