It may have been better that we never met. I can't say I'm sorry though. Last night will live in my memory forever." What about today though. I mean..... it's too late. For both of us." What?" I think I may love you, now. It's too late for me because when I say 'I love you' it feels too right. I have always gone with those feelings I have, and I know you're that one." I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same way." Okay. What do we do then? What's next?" How about we just play it all by ear.. " "Gee thanks," she drawled. "Just drop the ball." "Are you sure you want to keep going? I usually get better as I drinkmore." "Best of seven series bitch! It's not over yet!" "I think so far, you've been MY bitch." My final comment shut Jen up and we began our third game. Ten minuteslater I was up 3-0 and Jen was head for the fridge to grab another beer. "So where's Carrie tonight?" Jen asked, speaking in a baby voice as she spoke my girlfriend's name. It was no secret that Jen disliked. She put her hands on either side of his face and tried to get her tongue as deep into his mouth as she could.Siggy almost hurt himself in his eagerness to whip his dick out and moaned quietly in frustration as he found himself hung up, fortunately, not by the zipper. Another anxious moment and he was free and gave himself a good solid squeeze before beginning a sequence of shot slow strokes. He wanted this to last, for sure. Marianne was definitely in the mood and would take her time. Siggy. I was talking about fucking everyone else. I smiled. She looked worried. I pulled her in for a kiss.“So, we put together a pool of money. Maybe we buy a big house? Someone’s going to have to clean it. Wouldn’t it be nice that whoever’s in the kitchen knows what she’s doing in there?” I suggested.“You want to take their money and put them to work,” Adelaide frowned. “That’s so mean.”“Well, it’s not carved in stone yet,” I said. “What do you think we should do?”“Oh ... You wouldn’t like it,” She.