“No baby, maybe later,” I responded as I stood her up. She pulled me into the shower with her and we kissed more, deeper, longer. I added tongue,...just to make her melt in my hands as she massaged my shaft. I slid the tip of my tongue down a side of her neck, she shook and groaned softly. I worked my way up to where I started, curling my tongue, she moaned more and shivered. I grazed my teeth on her neck softly, only to be rewarded with a retrained moan and a whisper, “Harder…” I did as. " Yeah," Jerry said, "Freddie and I only worked up in the attic for a couple hours in the morning yesterday, and we almost sweated to death."It was then that his mother poked her head into the room, and looked at what her husband and her son were doing. "Doesn't look like you're getting a whole lot done here guys," she commented with a snicker."Gee, Mom, you're very observant tonight," Jerry replied dryly. "Actually, I was just assessing the situation, and trying to figure out where to start.". However, despite the fact that off days at home were rare during the season, the Warrens' picnic was evidently always well-attended. After all, it catered to the married players' wives and children, and if a player's wife and kid wanted to attend, well, guess what? The player wanted to attend, too.I had heard all about the picnic tradition, but I wasn't certain it was something in which I, a single guy, wanted to participate. So when Maria asked, I told her as much: "I hear your parents' annual. She fastens a four-foot leash of silver rope to my collar and then pulls me outside stumbling to the limousine where the chauffer, a famous ex-boxer gone broke, is waiting with the door open and you can tell even he understands that Cyndy rules!So that's how it is walking right along the sidewalk in beverly hills in broad daylight like what a trip! Cyndy holding the leash and walking a couple of feet ahead giving it a yank now and then as I scramble to catch up on my white platforms, my hands.