I am long past being ashamed that my traitor cunt seems to enjoy these bestial episodes. I realize now that under stimulation, its instinctual respons...s cannot be — nor need not be — justified against the context of the contrasting and sublime nature of my intellect, sophistication, or against true, pristine love. It is what it is.I wrapped my legs around Howie's waist and, using my cuffed wrists for leverage, I began to throw my pelvis up into the thrusts of this simple-minded prole."I suppose. Brad deaked left, but Manning didn’t follow his move. Brad moved right, his stick now slightly ahead to his right. He pulled the puck back to release a wrister high glove side. Manning, anticipating his move, pushed hard left with his right skate.At the last possible moment, Brad cut left, and Manning lowered his stick to cover his five-hole. He backhanded a shot that just cleared under the lowering stick and crossed the goal line.“He scores!! He’s done it! Hayward has scored nine goals in one. David was still asleep on the couch. She walked right up beside him. In the night he had shucked his sneakers and his shirt. She gazed at the smooth planes of his chest and arms. He was slim but well-muscled. She wanted to touch his skin but she didn’t want to wake him. His sandy hair fell across his forehead in messy curls. In sleep his face was relaxed and he breathed quietly through full pink lips. Now that she was rested Vera wanted to explore. The house was too big for just one human and. She's old and set in her ways.” I remind her of my age, and ask her how old her mother is. Her jaw drops open, and she gathers herself enough to say that her mother is 47. Check, she's old at 47 and I'm what, exactly, at age 53? “Excuse me, at 53 I think I'm doing a damn good job keeping up with you punks!” We all laugh and smile, this is all good-natured on my part and they take it that way. Billy has not spoken, instead turning his head back and forth to see our reactions to what we were.