She looked up at the clock. Plenty of time before midnight and she only needed to win once. Now that it was just a matter of beating him to satisfy he... honour and make up for some of the things that had happened to her today, she was calmer now and coldly concentrating on the game, treating it as a mental exercise rather than a life or death struggle.Game three lasted far longer than the first two and Veronica thought she had him at one point, but he fought back with great tenacity and was able. As Tommy grew older reaching 15 years, his volume of sperm increased substantially. He went from filling the bottom of a teaspoon to secreting two tablespoons regularly. I was curious as to what means he is producing it, whether masturbation or nocturnal emissions.Occasionally at night I would silently listen outside his bedroom door to see if I could hear the tell tail signs of him pleasuring himself, but so far I heard nothing.Then one month to my disappointment all his milky secretions. ” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I shrugged. “Just what I said; if they didn’t all know it was a picture of my wife you probably would have received several marriage proposals by now. As it was, certain proposals of a, umm, somewhat less honorable nature were bandied about. They all liked it, let’s leave it at that.” “Let’s not. What did they say?” I laughed. “Fishing for compliments, are we? OK, let’s see; the mail lady said you were gorgeous and that I was a lucky man. I get that a lot, you. I reached over and she stopped sucking my dick. She sat up and turned towards me staring at me. She demanded that I stroke my cock. She slipped off her leggings and started fingering her wet pussy violently. Right as she was starting to cum, I turned into the parking lot of my apartment. She stopped and leaned over to whisper in my ear, “Make me your little slut tonight.” She licked behind my ear and nibbled my earlobe below my earrings. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. As soon as we got.