She brought a hot wet towel and had me lay on my back. She first wiped my face and body and finally my cock. She made eye contact with me the entire t...me. I could feel my cock beginning to harden. She really seemed to like to pamper me. Watching her hard nipples through her tank top was to much to resist and I massaged her breasts lightly as she stood over me. I whispered to her how sexy she was and suggested having a beer.She really seemed to listen to my advice and seemed to gain some. He didn't want to go clubbing; he would be out too late. He saw Gary Jones and Wayne Sloane at the end of the bar and headed towards them. They were with a third person, bending over and shielding him or her from view. When he got to them he saw why they were bending over.The hidden person was Jenny Simpson. She was only a little girl, barely five feet tall so she was easy to hide, except for her exceptional chest. She almost had on a tiny white halter neck top that almost had no back to it.. As a fellow time traveler, you will understand the difficulty of living a second life, never being able to tell anyone about who you really are. Or all that you can do. And now, looking back, I have many regrets about how I used my second chance.One of those regrets involves your grandmother. I so wish I had told her more. I shared my past with her on our honeymoon, but then never really told her anything else. I thought it was my burden to bear. The pain of bearing this heavy burden would have. Tim walked through the crowd, receiving congratulations, pats on the back, and questions hurled at him from every which way. He attempted to answer every fan question as best he could. Fortunately, the smattering of the press was spending more time shooting the fans gathered outside of the locker room than trying to get individual stories from any player.Tim was more than halfway through the crowd of well-wishers in the parking lot when the decibel level erupted, once again, close to the locker.