Dan she said in a soft voice that sent shivers down his body, "yes mum" and looked into her eyes, he was feeling very horny, but this lady was his mot...er and he tried t fight his feelings. She said mummy wants to help you but you must promise not to tell a soal about what we do or say. "I promise" was his reply, they lay in silence for awhile Dan was wondering what she meant, when she suddenly placed her hand on his boxers and pressed down on his bulging cock, "mum" he said we will get into. We both took big swallows of beer. “You hungry?” “Starving.”“Let’s get a pizza,” he said. “My treat.”“Sounds good,” I said.“Pepperoni okay?”“Love it.”He picked up his phone, tapped it a few times and put it down.“You got them on speed-dial or something?” “Yeah,” he said. “I order two or three times a week. I don’t even have to tell them what I want, they just send it, charge my card.”While we chatted and drank our beers, I began to wonder if he was being more than just friendly: inviting me for. ”“Did you every wonder how that line showing where the first down is, appears on the screen? They aren’t really there. A program adds them to the broadcast image. You ever watch them trace out the play on the screen. That’s a program at work.”“I thought they projected that line on the field.”“Nope. It’s all done by computer.”“You learn something new everyday,” the kid said.Danny said, “Don’t forget how the commentators are able to look up statistics about every aspect of the teams. There is a. She kept bitching at me to go and I wanted no part of it I finally told her "IF you want to go out, you know the rules" In the first years of our marriage we had made it a rule that if she wanted to go out drinking by herself and maybe have some sex I wanted a blow job and a creampie when she returned.It had worked out to both of our advantages, she got her sex, and I got to rest. Most of the first years we were married I worked an odd shift at work where I had to work nights one week a month.