The second period opened the same way. The Avs were hot, but Nabokov was hotter. The game entered the third period tied at 0-0. Midway through the thi...d, Nabokov's play paid off and the Sharks got a 1-0 lead. That's how the game ended. A shutout. I felt sick to my stomach.The phone rang as soon as the game was over. I grabbed it on the second ring."Hello Liz, this is Steve," Oh my. It was."I promised to take you to dinner," he said. "How does Saturday night sound?" Sounds great!" Willing to. .. Here's my number at the farm, you can call me about anything you want to talk about. If you get interest from anyone, take their number and let me know – I can call them later..." and then Vi ended with... "You know what you mean to me ... with you I started to feel again, and I will never forget that ... this isn't goodbye, I promise you ... again, call me anytime you want to talk. The phone is still hooked up for the next few weeks ... use my phone anytime you need to ... you are in my. Such a build up of pressure and now release, was causing my cock to start to grow. I glanced over at the olderman and he just seemed to be standing there holding his penis ,but I could not see because the flap of his trousers was covering it. I saw him staring at me I kept looking at him. He took a slight step backwards and a bit to the side and I could now see the flaccid but long thick penis he was holding in his hand and ever so gently tugging on it. This made my cock even harder so I. I stood there, looking down at this amazingly beautiful teenage girl, wearing a peach colored bra, cleavage poking out, and I felt it. My dick was throbbing in my shorts.Miranda looked at me and smiled."Your turn," she said.I hesitated, looked down at her in the eyes, and reached down and pulled my shirt off.I know I'm not in the most perfect shape. I also know that I'm twenty-five years older than her. But it didn't seem to bother her much. She moved her hands up across my stomach, moved them.