We sit on stools and take bites of snacks and the wife says You guy's met in line in the village and Mitch say's Yep but O M G you guys are the talk o... the neighborhood, the wife acknowledges and comments that she looks like she is into sports and Mitch say's she has done them for years and traveled. Adding detail she tells of trips and doctors checking and prodding because to play in a game you have to be in great health, we agree and ask how she felt about the poking parts like blood tests. "Once is a quirk," she continued. "But it happened three times! Three!"Had I lost that many brain cells? "So when were the other two?"She punched my shoulder in a jesting kind of way. "The big volleyball game against our rivals, the Lady Vultures?"There was only one game I remembered, the one Annie was scheduled to play, because Lore pleaded with the coach to put her in, one time before the season ended. Annie hated sitting on the bench. After their warm-ups but before the game started, Annie. He slowed, taking time to flick and tease, his tongue tip caressing and prodding the tip. She was looking down, fascinated by his gentle technique and how it was affecting her, she grew more aroused and the deep tingling was building in her pants as he worked her breasts and budding nips with his fingers and mouth. She wanted him, her gently throbbing groin beginning to yearn and is if by telepathy he slid a hand down her warm tummy stroking the skin with his palm to the top of her shorts, he. "Good afternoon, Mr. Vasquez," the handsome attorney greeted him. "How can I help you?"Jordan handed the stack of papers to the lawyer, searching his face for some sign of reassurance. Mr. Hughe's bright blue eyes were filled with concern."You're looking at around five years if Mrs. Jenkins continues to go along with her husband's story." Jordan's face fell. He knew that he would lose everything he had worked so hard for if he had to serve time. "What if I pay you double what you're asking,".