I showed the envelope to some of the guys standing around. “we got this dudes” . Six forty. Suddenly there is a loud shout at the doorway. It's ...ustin and Hunter. “Mustangs---IT”S GAME TIME” !! All the boys light up in cheers and hollering, and do the traditional spitting of snot in each others mouth. (It's a football thing---for luck)From the press box come a loud cry---”Ladies and gentlemen---HERE COME YOUR MUSTANGS” !!! The crowd goes into a deafening roar as we fly out the tunnel, and. We both got inside and he drove us to the hotel. It wasn’t too far away. We again didn’t talk very much. I listened to music to try and block all the thoughts that were going through my mind. We got there about thirty minutes later. He again pulled into the valet parking and we got out of the car and walked into the hotel. We walked side by side to the front desk. “Welcome to the Embassy Suites. My name is Brenda, how may I help you?” “My name is Peter Davis. I have a reservation.” “Mr.. Stories! The upshot of this was that I thought about Ann quite a lot, pleasant but unwise, as my loins got very interested and heated. Ann would be very pleased if she knew that. I wouldn’t tell though, well not unless the conversation got to that level. I didn’t get home until half past nine, the A1 and the M1 were like a car park. Still I decided to phone even though it was relatively late. ‘Hello David.’ ‘How did you know it was me?’ ‘I was a clever girl. After you phoned last time I saved. "Wendy nodded, and, seeing the sudden seriousness in her niece's face, closed the door behind her. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding her own flimsy robe closed, as it was unbuttoned to her belly after Jeremy's feeding.The brown haired teen walked in front of Wendy, close so that their knees were touching. "Aunt Wendy... just one last one, before I leave? One feeding, could we?"Wendy gulped and looked down, searching for an answer. As her eyes came back up and she started the "no" on her.