I love the silky smooth skin of theshaft. I love the wrinkled, satiny flesh of the scrotum and the egg-shape balls within. I love a flaccid cock. Soft...and limp, it seemsvulnerable and needy. I love the power I have to make this spongy,drooping, wilted stalk of manhood thicken and swell and rise to standupright against my man's pubes. I love to stroke and rub and tease andpinch and knead and massage his genitals with my hand. I love to takehis erect penis deep into the warm-soft-wetness of my. "Amy, you're far too trusting. Especially when there's someone like Heather in the picture. We can't just cross our fingers and hope everything'll work out."Amy said, "M'kay, then. Take Heather. What are we supposed to do with her? She pushes you and me and the rest of the cheerleader squad around way easy. I'll admit she scares me! I totally don't know how to deal with girls like her. I just want everyone to be nice, and she's mean. But Alan seems to have some kind of special hold on her. So. There was no graceful way for my wife to keep her dress together as they got in, or after she was settled in, so she just gave in to it. Her dress was split wide open at the top and bottom. Her sexy sheer black stockings with the 3 inch lace tops were in perfect view for Jeff and Dave, as was the creamy skin above her stocking tops. With her top open, Jeff couldn't keep his eyes off her tits. He was so hot he was about ready to explode. As they began driving, Dave told Jeff to check and see if. She needed a thirteen count to tie and a strike to win.Joyce could feel her pulse pounding, her hands growing moist with nervous excitement. She used the water roller and towel to clean and dry her hands, especially the right. She gripped the ball so tight it felt like she could crush it into powder. She rested the ball in her left hand, flexing her right fingers, took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She regripped the small sphere and took aim, envisioning the path of the ball.Joyce’s.