He offered no resistance."You were hitting the ball OK, there," Sandy observed."Yeah. And, and that's real meaningful, because our batting-practice pi...cher is wingin' 'em in there something fierce! He's deceptive! And he must be throwing, oh, at least 70 miles an hour!" Sarcasm isn't your strong suit," Sandy said."What am I gonna do, Sandy?" You're going to punt. For just this one game. If Paul Warren's as bright as I think he is, he won't call on you, even to pinch-hit. Not tonight." Then. ’We went to my bedroom and I laid on the bed and spread my legs. I spread my pussy lips apart with my fingers and played with my clit, showing her how horny it made me. Then I told her she could also lick my cunt and asshole, and finger them if she liked.She lowered her head and began licking and sucking on my clit. I moaned and put my hand on the back of her head, pulling her in closer. She fingered my pussy while lapping at my clit with her tongue.‘Oh Nelie that’s so good!’ I screamed. ‘Stick. Dan wasn't a particularly good looking or charming man. Slightly corpulent with no particular interests other than spending vast amounts of cash on his bride-to-be, he was a good catch for a woman like Kat.Kat was no fool. Here was a fairly decent man from a relatively decent family who was loaded to the gunnels with cash from his family's property business. As a business graduate, Kat was well placed to play an important role in the company's growth and its income.Dan leant over and pushed the. I smashed into the back of the fully-loaded truck at fifty miles an hour. The semi was carrying a small forklift on the back end, something many truckers do to help them load and offload their cargo when needed.I hit the back end of that small forklift and the resulting crash crumpled my small econo-car's front end like stomping on a soda can.I guess I was pretty hurt–in fact when the paramedics were finally able to cut my car apart enough to get me out, I was unconscious. They airlifted me to.