I gave strict orders to never use the phrase, even in-house. However, using "CF" in a graphic was fair game, as were any rhyming words (can you believ... there was a professional hockey team called the Ducks?). We had contests to see who could come up with the wittiest play on Mrs. Custler's name. My personal favorite was, "No AC to DC", which I had printed on bumper stickers.If it seems childish, it was. Through most of the spring and summer, I was down at least 20% in polling. Since my personal. "See, Lana, my old cock is beckoning for you to come jump on it!" John teased her. His prick was moving back and forth as if it were calling for her."I'm coming, I'm coming." She laughed.Now that the time was at hand, she was getting more than a little excited at the aspect of finally feeling a man's hard prick filling her cunt.Moving over to where John lay, she threw a shapely leg over his body so that she straddled him. Her slender fingers wrapped themselves around the slimness of his. "What's on your mind?" It's about you ... and your women," she said rising off the mattress to reveal her glorious new twin towers. "You're a man now, in every way, and you need to start accepting some more responsibility towards your actions." Is this going to be another plea to be freed from your morning duties," I began, "because if it is, I can promise..." No, it's not that. You've, " she said, sitting back on her heels to gift me her full profile. I was already getting hard. "You need to. You know? Somebody on the mike who can talk to me about the game, do the part of the broadcast that I do, now, as color man." You want me to be your color man, on the demo?" Yeah! Right. I mean, why not? It would be good training for you, doing an actual broadcast, right? Well. Not really on-air -- but simulated. And it would be easy. You'll have just finished watching the game, right? You've had a chance to absorb the whole thing, learn the players, and so on. And then, we turn on the.