The tables were strewn with magazines, each of them with the address label sloppily torn off in order to prevent anyone from learning the home address...of the employee who had brought it in – used! Each cover was defaced with the firm's initials, in bold black marker ink, lest any patient be presumptuous enough to try to take one home. Sure, for resale at some antique magazine booth at the local flea market. For each publication was dated sometime around the invention of the printing press.. The full forty-five minutes of the second half seemed to move in some sort of dreamlike state. On the one hand, the time flew by so quickly, it seemed like I was out on the field for about seven or eight minutes. On the other hand, it was like everything was moving in slow motion. I had plenty of time to get to the ball, and each time I would pass long, the ball would arc majestically through the crystal air, taking its sweet time to land just where I wanted it to land. It was a magical, very. I heard movement and a door close. Beth said, “She’s in her room.” I turned to face Beth who wasn’t happy though she wasn’t really mad. “The worse thing about that was you sort of warned me it would happen.” She shrugged. “Money does do strange things to people.”I looked at her and then grinned. “If you come out of a bathroom in a towel and drop it, I won’t look away.” I chuckled.Beth looked scandalized. “I may do that some day to find out your reaction.”I grinned more. “I look forward to that. Of the two sisters, I had picked the sexiest, horniest and prettiest one to marry! I made a face, but Mandy’s mind was made up. This wasn’t sex, and it wasn’t lust, or some illicit affair. This was a mercy fuck. Mandy wanted me to do this for her sister. I shrugged and crossed to the lounge. I knelt over Leesa and slid my finger into her pussy. She opened her mouth and moaned, and as she did I eased my cock into her mouth. Fuck it! I thought, as I looked down at Leesa’s big tits swaying as she.