Oh shit. Whydid I bring this up to Ron? My mom suspected him of liking me. Did I juststab him in the heart?"Is this why you dressed up today?" he aske...."No. Not at all." Oh shit. Did he think I dressed up for him?"I'm sorry. I mean, that's great," he said. "I'm happy for you. It meanssomething that you decided to come out to me. "Come out? Does he think I'm gay?"Wait," I said. "I'm not gay." But you said," he said stopping his sentence. "Oh, You're bi? Gotcha." No I'm just." I got flustered. I. But it's also because your interviews and your pre-game comments -- they're really first-rate stuff, Josie! C'mon! You know you're good at it! Jeez! Don't give me that 'letch' bullshit... Sure, it helps that you're like, drop-dead gorgeous, but that's not it! Not at all! Hell, as a rule, I don't even -- y'know -- respond all that much to blondes. It's just that you're so... good with the baseball part. You sound like you really know..." What's wrong with blondes?" she said, interrupting my. A restaurant's plastic picnic type knife bent when cutting a piece of chicken, but my dagger could be used to penetrate a man's ribs and stop his heart quite easily. The case which covered the blade doubled as a reasonably soft hair brush for my thin covering of hair.While driving down the access road to the lodge, we passed several small cabins. The camp's architect had been a pretty clever guy indeed. The guest cabins were a one small room affair with standard height log walls. The roof super. Bending my knees for a better angle, I grip her hips and push down as I thrust upwards, she throws back her head and her scream is lost in the music blaring from the speakers. She look in front of her again, I slip my hand to her hard clit and start to rub it hard and fast. She moves her hips in time with the music, making her wet, tight pussy grind over my cock, she pick up the beat of the music again and start to move again, my cock still shoved deep into her. I start to find a counter beat.