" She smiled back, "It's cool, I followed no prob. And I understand whatyou said and the why. What about that acoustic, is that custom? Lookslike it a...d sounds good." "Yeah that's a custom Gilet*, he's over in Botany. Had it made a fewyears back and then got a fishman* fitted under the saddle. No pre-amp,that's why I use the graphic* pedal. It's a European spruce top withTassie* Blackwood back and sides, Brazilian Rosewood bridge andfingerboard, the neck is Queensland maple. That ancient pedal. One flick of my clit and finally, the stoplight turns green. Trying to concentrate on anything other than the feel of him, the saltiness of his skin, the taste of him, the look of want in his eyes when he came, the minty sweetness of his breath when we kissed. The look of sweet exhaustion when I left him on the floor of the cooler . . . Needless to say, concentration on other things is not working. Finally home. I cannot seem to get the door opened quickly enough. I throw my purse on the floor. It was a rugged , defensive slog most of the way through that first game and scoring chances were few and far between . I play on the right wing and I have a good double-act going with Reg, the centre forward ; we work the old one-two on the right wing and have scored many times in the last couple of seasons. It was mainly down to us that we made the final that year .Anyhow, the best scoring chance that came up in the first final came in the very last minute of the game ; the other side had. The new tune had a loud, fast, pulsing beat, and she tried to use it to slip sideways and out of the jam she suddenly found herself in. (If I can get free, I can retreat to the restroom and let things calm down) Jenny thought. Just then, Ryan slipped his arms around her waist from behind, holding her in place, and then he slid them under her blouse and up to cup her breasts with both hands. The swift move caught Jenny off guard, and she panicked, but found herself firmly in his grasp.(NO! Don't.