"How the hell am I going to improve my pitching wedge if that fucking collie won't take my practice balls out of her mouth?" I wondered. I have a big ...ournament this weekend... (Please attach rest of story... )INTRO #2: I spread apart those well turned legs looking for that divine honey pot that I knew was sure to be there. My practiced eye traveled up one leg until I spotted it. Sure enough, "Miller's Honey Box" was stamped on the side and I knew I had found another antique treasure from the. I had put in lots of shelves and found four used restaurant tables, they were really sturdy and made great sewing and crafts tables. They were also the perfect height if I decided Lori needed a little help 'with a project!'Over the years, Tuesday evenings had become 'sewing/girls night' and Kristin, Sue and Sandy would come over to sew and gossip. Lori would make a big dinner for everyone, and after dinner, the girls would go downstairs to work on quilts, dresses, or PJ's for their kids until. She grabbed a bottle of baby-oil from the nightstand and poured a sloppy mess of it onto her erection. Her cock glistened as she wrapped her right hand around it. Oh my God! Her hand wasn't big enough! Her thumb was like an inch away from her index finger! She started stroking!Oh damn! Breathing way heavy again! Sherry almost caused a wreck! Horns blasted as we actually rode up on the sidewalk! Please don't let us crash before we get there! Oh God! Oh God! I'm under control again, I hope!Where. I just wanted my four days in a month with Teresa. As time went by, my visitations with Teresa were down to one day a month and in the last four years I have seen her about 8 times in all. I stopped paying child support when Teresa turned 18. I did not have to stop it but I just knew that Teresa was interested in a relationship with me either. She was her mother's daughter and had clearly denounced me as her dad. None of her friends knew me and I certainly did not meet the young man she was.