It's literally just a blob of...well...something blobbly and glowing. Not sure what. Has no face, one arm and hand with three fingers, and no legs. It...s hovering about a foot above the ground - here in this alley, where it had zapped you away from the oncoming truck.You calm your breathing a bit - trying your best to focus on the current situation. "Sorry...I'm listening," you say, "Mr. Blob." My name is not Mr. Blob," says the Blob. "It's...well...it's unpronounceable to humans, so call me. ..," he said matter of factly. "My good girl," he teased, making me wetter with every utterance of such phrases. He started to suck on my nipples, swirling his tongue around them, turning them into stiffened pink peaks as he teased me with his cock in my pussy I was clenching so tightly around his dick. It felt so good, the way he made love to me, I could not have been more turned on. Roy was the best lover I had ever had, no one could make me cum harder or handle me better. I loved being his. You've got some competition, now." And all this time, before me, I thought you had been a virgin!" Not even close, Will-ard. Not even close."Tess and Kim had a decent period of preparation for the Canadian, and they took advantage of it. Both women seemed relaxed and ready. They weren't taking the event lightly, but after the excitement of St. Andrews, it was somewhat easier to put the current tournament into perspective, from an emotional standpoint.Both women made the cut handily, although. I waved her over. “You look good Marianne,” I said. “I mean for someone who absolutely knows how miserable I am.”We’d talked a lot over the months since my divorce from Stacey. She acted as kind of an emotional anchor for me as I had once acted as one for her.“So what’s up?” she said, plopping down on the stool next to mine. “Anything new?”“No nothing special. I’ve decided to get me another place. I gotta get outta that house. I’ve only stayed in it this long for the kid’s sake. But, lately she.