I continued to take in her charms, her smooth skin, firm breasts, neatly trimmed quim, womanly hips. My tool nodded his approval, as well.Pulling her ...y her arms, I directed her down the stairs and into her basement. As I expected, it was poorly lit and dusty. Finding Ben’s workbench (layers of dust spoke of it’s disuse), I marched Linda over to it, and, forcing her forward, cast about for something to bind her there. A length of clothesline suited my purpose, and I released her hands, and. I felt up her body and could feel her tight stomach rippling as she finished her orgasm. Finally, I let her back away from the jet and she backed into my very obviously erection. “Holy shit, you weren’t lying” she said as I poked her back through my trunks. “It’s been a while since we talked about that. I almost forgot” she laughed and pulled the tie to my swim trunks. She pulled them off me and gripped my hard on, rubbing her smooth hands against the length. “It’s only right that I return. Phil turned around and Mark did a double take."He gave me a start," Mark said. "That guy looks just like Phil Jackson."Phil stepped over and I introduced him, "Mark Long, meet Phil Jackson. Phil... Mark."Mark was speechless. Phil said, "Relax, I'm just a golfer."I broke out laughing as Mark fell all over himself to get us what we needed. Mark did ask for a favor. He asked if Phil would pose for a picture in the pro shop with him. Phil agreed and Mark disappeared and came back with his camera. I. Meanwhile, Don spent a lot of his time in our apartment. He explained, "The reporters all know the number at the fraternity. If I'm there, I have to answer the phone-constantly. Here, I can be myself, relax and heal, and keep up with my work... Have I said that I really appreciate your having me around so much?" No, Don... only once or twice this week," Hanna laughed. Jason demanded a seat in his lap, then promptly collapsed in sleep, as children his age do when they are tired. Don again got.