There is no way she will be able to compete and you need to get more practice time, especially in the vault.” Holy shit! Competition started the ne...t day and she wasn’t prepared. “I’ll be there as soon as possible,” she whined, ending the call and then frantically looking for her clothes. “What’s wrong?” a concerned Blake inquired. “I have to compete at least in the vault tomorrow and need to get to practice right away.” “That’s fantastic!” Blake cheered, unconsciously clapping his hands. My date could kiss and play with my cock through my pants. Because Willy had tits and I didn’t (You know what I mean) I was allowed to get a hand job with my cock sticking out of my zipper, but no blow jobs.She was allowed the same rules with her date. So, no problem, right?Wrong!A friend of mine from work, Bobby, told me that she and this guy had done considerably more. He said she gave him blow jobs, titty fucks, and might have fucked the guy. He wasn’t sure about the fucking part, but he had. Leo, a divorcee who was forty-eight and already tired of his brother and sister-in-law attempting to stitch him up with so-called hot dates, had been told the full story about the firing of the former construction crew by a so-called witch. Larry had assured his brother Mrs Daniels was no more a witch than Leo was a gnome. ‘Hi Mrs Daniels.’ ‘Hello Leo, you must call me Irene.’ They shook hands and looked down, both feeling the slight electrical charge generated by that touching. ‘Well you. The interaction is so exciting and I really like the idea of aftercare. The other one is water sports… I’ve never tried anything with piss but the idea of being a toilet is hot. But no shit. Bad things will happen if shit is involved.” I tell Keith and he nods his head. “Do you want me to be your dom? I would love to have you as my sub.” Keith asks shyly and I nod my head yes. “Okay then! Now about the ass fucking, if you want to avoid shit then I should probably give you an enema. That usually.