A. I asked when Phil had shown him the photos, apparently only a couple of days after they were taken and Phil had told him that the thought of the 3 ...uys fucking me really turned me on. I was wearing some black seams today and Jim commented that he had noticed I had dressed for the trip home with Phil. He asked if I was disappointed he had to leave early, and then told me he loved the photos and wondered how I fealt with them up on his screen. I could feel my nipples stiffening and moisture. Happy birthday,’ I say. She turns around and taking the rose from my hands looks at me. For a second there is silence. Her lips quiver and break into a smile. Slowly the smile is replaced by a chuckle, which turns into peals of laughter. ‘This is pathetic,’ she says, ‘even a loser like you should know better.’ Her eyes are no longer soft. They seemed cold, frightening somehow. ‘Who are you anyway, I don’t even know you?’ I try to tell her, tell her of the times we have bumped into each. Coach Sterns came over, and soon he and Ridge were offering advice. At first it felt awkward, but I soon figured out what I was doing wrong. The simple answer was: everything. You ever have one of those aha moments? I had one. I wasn’t really doing it wrong; it was subtle things like moving the ball back towards your shoulder instead of holding it centered in your chest. The slight adjustment meant I could get rid of the ball a fraction of a second sooner and more accurately.“You see that? You. Anna schien auch einen Orgasmus zu haben. „Spritz tief in mich rein. Spritz mir in den Arsch", rief sie. Schweißüberströmt fielen wir in uns zusammen. Nach einer Weile rollte ich mich von ihr runter.Anna setzte sich langsam auf. Ein Grinsen in ihrem Gesicht."Und, zufrieden?"„Jaaa", brachte ich heraus.„Bin ich die beste Fickerin von allen?"„Absolut".„Dann kannst Du ja mein Stammkunde werden, oder?"Stammkunde -- warum nicht? „Klar, okay"„Gut". Anna grinste. „Dann können wir uns ja bald ein.