I knew he’d win that one. Dave was about the same as me, and Larry could beat me most of the time.Jennifer and I sat down, the referee set the clock..., I put out my score sheet and pencil and waited. The tournament director looked at the clock and said “Begin”. I started Jennifer’s clock and the game started. She paused for a moment, then I saw her reach for the Queen’s pawn. She played 1 d4 and switched the clock. OK. Now we were talking! Yes! I responded with d5 and the game was on. She played. She was sighing and groaning with every motion I made. I pulled up the satin flap and looked at the cum splattered over her flat stomach. Her cock was hard again, and streaked with globs of white and clear cum. I opened my mouth and began sucking and licking at the still warm cum. She reached up and slid a finger between my cheeks as she licked and sucked around my loosening pink bud. Her cum was delicious, salty, bitter and thick as I swirled in around in my mouth before swallowing it. At that. He heard a couple of voices."Damnedest thing. He's still alive. That maple tree skewered him like a taffy apple. Jesus. How we gonna get that tree off him?" "Bring up a crane from the electric company, I guess. If it can tote electric poles it can pull up half a tree."The new kerosene heater had blown, which fractured the tank just on the other side of the wall. The kerosene leaked down into the basement where it nearly exploded from the bits of flaming wood falling down from the story above.. I have night black hair and green eyes, which many women have said, look exotic and striking.But, we should start at the beginning. My father is Albert O'Neill. When he was nineteen he married a young Irish girl named Aine he had met on a trip back to Ireland.The marriage seemed to be good and I was born a year later, to much fuss. I know my father really loved Aine, but demons in her past drove her. When I was two, my father received a call from the hospital that Aine had been admitted due to.