Tammie was wrapped in a see-through robe, which she left untied. She went to the table, chose a bagel of her own and began to spread cream cheese on i.... Jim got up and kissed her and then asked her if she was okay. She told him of course she was, just a bit tired. She kissed him again and moved back to the bed and got comfortable against the headboard again.As they ate, they talked for an hour or so about a little of everything. After a while, Jim began taking photos of her so she began to pose. I see him before he sees me. He's looking around cautiously probably thinking he's been stood up, he turns and see's me and he looks relieved. He looks me up and down and smiles. I smile, walk towards a tree whilst keeping my eyes on him. I lean into the trees and let him get a good glimpse of my butt. He walks over, strokes and then squeezes my ass. A little spank. I turn, drop to my knees and grab his bulge in his jeans, he quickly opens his belt and zip and out flops this nice cock. I grab. “Hi, Victor! It’s Marion,” she whispered. “I know you must be angry with me, but I need to see you. Can you come over right away?” Yes! Vic was angry. He gave her the fucking fuck of her life and she fucking dumped him right after. He was in no hurry to make her think he was just a phone call away. “Urr, I don’t think so. I’m kind of busy tonight. And besides, I found someone else,” he fucking lied right through his teeth. His someone else didn’t even know he existed and he wasn’t very. ‘You blew it.’ I grinned. But I didn’t really feel like grinning because now in my mind I saw the motel room again when Lennox was in the hospital after the game with Baltimore. I lay on the bed reading the evening paper and the sports writers were still saying Namath was the best in the world. Maybe they were right but I still had two good knees. That was one of the evenings I wanted to forget, with, in the morning at breakfast, hearing the weather forecast in Chicago and Lennox’s wife where.