She had soaked them through. She felt like hot melted butter down there and would need no further foreplay. This guy had made her ready to go without ... touch. Then Ana downed her last drink quickly and told me: "Time to go."My heart started to beat hard as we walked inside the elevator.We looked at each other as the door opened on the last floor.We stepped out and started walking down the hallway towards his room.Ana suddenly stopped and grabbed my arm, telling me:"Honey… I’m sorry; I want to. Damn, that's what it all about! I thought as the last few dribbles escaped me. I was finished. I pushed myself away and more fell than sat in my desk chair. Heather lay there for a while longer, clearly still coming down from the string of orgasms she'd just had. Finally she pushed herself into a setting position and sat there, shaking visibly from exhaustion while she looked at me. "Jesus, do the old guys in you 'Club' fuck like you? If they do, I could be tempted to do this job for nothing!". Carl trained the speed gun on Dan for his next slap shot.“This thing must be broken,” Carl remarked, tapping it on the side.“Why’s that?” Carl showed Frank the number on the gun screen.“110!” He exclaimed. “That can’t be right! The Pros don’t even shoot that hard!” Carl gunned Dan’s next shot.“108!” He told him.“And look, every shot is off the post and in the net.”“Holy fuck!” Frank exclaimed, tipping his ball cap back off his forehead.Now it was Brad’s turn. Dan fed him several passes, and the. He looked into his mother’s face, she was attractive for her age and she wore heavy makeup, which he liked. He studied her hazel eyes enhanced by black eyeliner, mascara and pink and green eyeshadow. Her high cheekbones were rouged; her lips, now slightly parted, were painted with plum-red lipstick. He let his gaze follow her elegant neck down to her large breasts which pushed against the fabric of her mauve satin blouse, the buttons strained to contain her breasts and he could see the top of.