.. Smelling his yummy cum ... Little did I know all the love and joy that would follow ... Hot, spermy joy ... Mmmm..." She spaced out, drifting in bl...ssful memory.Suzanne snapped her fingers in front of Susan's face. "Hello? Earth to Susan: Come in, Susan!" She chided, "Not only do we have to keep our clothes on, we can't get ourselves too worked up with sexy talk."Susan came back from her reverie. "Oh, poo! Where's the fun in that? What can we talk about, then? There's so much I want to tell. May arrived next still dressed, taking a quick chance to add another squirt of lubricant to herself before the arrival of her somewhat eager and naked master. “Tonight,” he announced, “I shall secure you my friend, then your wife will freely give me her body to use anally, and as she knows… painfully. Then to recover a little, she will sleep in this bed with me, all night, you will be in the spare room and we will start again properly after breakfast tomorrow, understand… it will give you both. " So? It's not like we care about winning. It's just one of the requirements for vocals."Robbie gave me one of her looks. The kind you'd give your grandmother with Alzheimer's who couldn't remember her own name. "It's always about winning."I sighed. "Let's see the music."The year was winding down. Two days left of school, and Tuesday was just a half-day.Baseball was done, at least school baseball. There was still Babe Ruth League to look forward to. The team had done pretty good. We went twelve. My health, even though I was robustly healthy, could no longer benefit from a nightly drink, “You might become an alcoholic,” she’d advised. Junk food was restricted after she read some unaccredited Internet source that, “Older men who eat junk food are 75% more likely to get a heart attack, Dad.” I wondered at her source of information.Then she decided I’d feel better if I exercised, “So you don’t get fat.” When I pointed out I wasn’t fat, she replied, “See? If you start now you won’t have to.