Still dressed only in the pajama top, he walked into the living room,and turned on the TV - keeping the volume low so as to not wake anyone.On came ES...N - and he was glad to see that there was replay of theGiants' game on. It was a close game too - against the Dodgers. TheDodger pitcher was good. He had a great fastball. When he wound upfor a pitch, Rob could see how strong his arms were. They weremuscular, but not too much. His uniform, Rob thought, fit himperfectly, as well - showing. He could do this job as good as that phony bastard."Well, look. I'm sorry you two had to miss the celebration upstairs. To make up for it, I saved two bottles of the best champagne for you. Besides," he kicked at the largest lump on the cart, "it's his Anniversary next week, just about the time you get down there. It would be a shame not to toast to his good health, right?" He gave a big laugh, as if this was a great joke."Gee, that's real nice of you boss. Thanks." Max took possession of the. A faint rustle stirred me, but did not wake me from my sleep, just enough to be conscious that something was happening. A sweet smell of milk and cookies filled the room: Fresh baked and just out of the oven. But it was not a reminiscent feeling of my childhood, rather it stirred in me a tingling feeling that had the tiny hairs on my body on end. It was then I felt a strange wisp of air against my face. A subtle hint of peppermint that intensified just before a pair of lips pressed against. The heading said: 'Wish you were here." When Spencer opened it, he looked beyond astonished. The message showed a short clip of Sasha leaning back in her office chair with her gorgeous legs spread open showing her wet pussy. She was digging two to three fingers in her dripping hole alternating in a sawing motion. The sounds were exquisite. Spencer heard her low moans coupled with squishy noises from her moist mound being kneaded. At certain points, she stop only to suck her cum ridden fingers.