And he was gone. And she wasn’t worthy of him. What could she have to offer him? Terror? She’d made a mess of her life in five minutes. It was all...gone. All what was left was wanting him. She was trying to rid herself of that. He made her unlike herself, something she couldn’t bear. She was trying to shake him off, like malaria, fever and chills, cyclically feeling better and then much, much worse. He had turned to ice. And here they were, she had all the raw truths but couldn’t bear them. He. Now, you may very well hear her come out with profanities such as ‘do you like fucking my dirty pussy’ and ‘make the best of your paid time’ et cetera. Toby, being the one who likes to work his hips rather than his jaw starts talking in the heat of the moment ‘You` re getting fucked from behind, it could have been anyone thrusting the dick in your pussy…I`d rather have you blow me and watch someone else fuck you from behind!’ Hannah immediately stopped her movements and Toby himself felt that. Now his heart skipped a beat as he quietly walked across the kitchen. He slowly approached the railing to see the source of not one, but two female voices. He reached the edge of the railing, which actually took just a few seconds, but it seemed to take several minutes. He slowly looked over the railing, not sure what to expect, with a pit in his stomach, but his cock was starting to strain against his pants. He peered down into their living room and saw that the two female voices were. Heather pulled me aside.“Don’t poo-pooh this. That was a helluva play. What no one said in that scrum with your Dad, though I’m sure that Rhee knows it, is that you’ve become a stronger team leader as the season has progressed. Oh, you were good before, but it’s obvious to me that you’re more confident in both of your positions, sweeper and team captain. Part of that is probably due to your greater knowledge of, thus higher comfort level with, all of us. I am more-and-more glad that there was.