Towards then end of the matches, she was beginning to feel that she'd almost come with every point she won. And the wetness she felt afterwards wasn't...just perspiration. Oh well, she wasn't going to complain - she was winning at last!This time the coach surprised her. He told her she'd got a man to practice this time. An Aussie nicknamed "The Slot", because he was so good at hitting the same target, over and over again. The tall, redheaded Aussie met her at the practice court. She was impressed. "Yeah, he's mad as hell at me, Jason." How the hell would you know until you call him?" I have him in my fucking head, remember?" He stared at the post-it note for another few seconds before thrusting it back at Jason. "Here. You call him. He won't yell at..."He trailed off when Jason grasped Richie's hand and shoved it against his chest with a thump. "He is your father. You call him. I have enough to deal with right now, okay? Getting this number was the most difficult thing I've ever done.. "Too much . . . I can't . . . can't take any more," she whimpers, "I can't . . . I can't!”"Who do you belong to?" N . . . NOOOOOOOOO!!!"I swirl the feather around her pelvic bone, then over to the other hip and re-trace the invisible path I made again, and again. She's still struggling, but her movements seem to have another purpose now -- the way she twists and squirms on the table, her ass, grinding vehemently against the rough, wooden surface. During the next break, I decide to give her a. And i tell you we were half naked before we got in the door. she walked in the door and located my bedroom. she lay on the bed with her tits hanging out and motioned me over. i stumbled over and she hung her head over the side of the bed and reached for my zipper. she took my cock out and started to slowly stroke it. she pulled me down and took my cock in her mouth. i slid in and out of that warm moist mouth and played with her tits. she reached down and slid off her jeans and panties. jet.