Icould see that he was worried he was going to hurt me. I pushed up totake him. Soon he was all the way in me. He started to slowly move inand out...of me. He kissed me and told me how wonderful it was to bemaking love to me and with me.If our first ejaculations of the night were for lust this was definitelyfor love. We were oblivious to everything but making each other feelgood. I had my legs wrapped around him. He easily supported my weightand kept a steady assault on my prostate. I. " Crushed by the hard weight of reality?... Where did that come from?" ESPN, probably. I don't know. It just seemed to fit the mood you were trying to create. 'Don't get your hopes up too high, Tess!... What if you fuck up the first day, Tess? Shoot a 75. Then what?'" C'mon, Tess. You know I have faith in you. The point is, I know you could shoot a 75 on Day One of the tournament and you could recover. But if you're thinking in terms of four consecutive days of two-unders, you wouldn't be. He slid the knot up all the way to the collar.“It’s not perfect, but it will have to do,” he pronounced.A windy gust beat on the window that was near the mirror. Cal already knew it was going to be cold all day—even for early November—having checked the weather report the night before. He looked out the window.“No rain yet,” he said. “But it will be raining soon. The weather report last night said so.”“If it’s going to rain, it just will,” Roxie said. “Nothing you do is going to change. C you know." That sounded really dumb, she had me totally flustered by her presence. She walked by me without taking off her coat or boots and looked around my small apartment. I found that odd; maybe she only just dropped by for a minute or something. The place was fairly neat thank god."Looks like a nice place Ryan." She said. "A real bachelors pad." I was at a loss at what to say or do so I sat on my sofa. She turned and saw me there. I must have had a really stupid look on my face because.