It took me many minutes and a few idle strokes of my fingers between my legs to force my body from the bed and into my robe.Kira was still in her bedr...om, so I crept down and made coffee. Before I'd finished my cup, she joined me at the table, eyes averted."Kira..." I said, trying to remember what I'd planned to say to her the night before. "I'm sorry ... I shouldn't have done that..."She shrugged, "it happens..." Well ... it shouldn't have ... not where you would see it. I'm sorry." Fine, Mom.. She threw out her arms out in fronther and knelt with her head pressed to the floor. The music stopped, the bellson the wide leather bands around her wrists and ankles making the final sound. "It's no good, even my favourite dancer can't make me forget that bastard!" The man took a deep pull on the hookah on the floor beside him. He leantback against the cushions and blew out a cloud of grey smoke. "Opal, you're getting fat," "No fatter than I was last month master when you called me the. She had toned muscles, not defined, but she was in great shape. I caressed her skin, rubbing my slick hands down both her arms as her breasts swayed before me. I tried to stare into her eyes and not ogle her lush titties.“Mmm, thank you,” she said as I poured more oil on my hands. “Sometimes, I just like to be babied, you know?”“I guess,” I said, my voice hoarse.“Women deserve to be pampered every so often,” she continued as I worked the oil across her upper chest. I caressed her neck, leaving. As Yogi Berra informed, ‘Ninety percent of the game is half mental.’ People give up because it then doesn’t hurt as much to lose. I hope we can play our hearts out and take a chance that we may lose when we’re at our best. If we play our hearts out and win, that victory will be oh so sweet! What do you say?”“Let’s do it,” started as a somber response, but turned into a wild chant! Everyone gives each other a high five or chest bump. Apparently this psyches out the new Padres pitcher, who walks.