Thanks!”“I’d like to echo, Paul’s words,” Ms. Kitely added as we gave the parents a small round of deserved applause.“You girls were great...today, this whole season, actually, and thanks again to you, parents for all you’ve done in helping these girls become outstanding young ladies,” Mr. Litticker stated as he hugged his star athlete, Kathy Stash to his side.“We may have won these medals and various ribbons at our meets, this year,” Miriam Sastarzic said with a few tears running over the. It was a car. Not in the street driving by, but pulling into my driveway. "Ron's home," I said out loud as if to make sure I knew. I quickly spun and reached for the bottle. My hand collided with it, sending it rolling across the granite countertop. I lunged and slapped the hard surface where the bottle had been. "Oh no, don't fall!" I screamed. It kept rolling ... it reached the very end of the countertop. My heart pounded inside my chest."Whew!" The sigh erupted when the bottle miraculously. “I hope you’re not done kitten. It’s your turn to use your pretty little mouth for more than moaning.”She eyed his bulging pants and giggled softly in response. “Kitty wants her milk master.” She looked into his eyes and he saw the lust inside her. “Kitty needs to suck your cock.”“Alright then pet.” He twisted her around, keeping her pressed against him while he positioned his back against the wooden surface of the rack, reaching up and behind him to pull a lever, releasing the chain and. He then blinked and cleared his throat uncomfortably, breaking me from my trance.“S-sorry,” I stuttered, directing my attention to the cash register. “May I take your order?” My eyes darted up to meet his gaze. The man revealed a sincere smile. “Can I just have milk and err..” he trailed off. He stared upwards, his lips parted as he hummed thoughtfully. “Oh, and a double fudge cookie.” I chewed on my lip, dialing in the buttons on the machinery to save his orders. Honestly, I was surprised by.