Focus! I kept finding myself looking at her instead of the ball. After a long game which I won we were even. These were hard games but I was enjoying ...atching her jog over to retrieve the ball from the front of the court, her breasts bouncing so firmly. I lost the next game and took off my shorts and felt my cock growing harder. Maybe this distracted her, I don’t know, but she lost the next game and removed her skirt. We were both now playing in our underpants and my cock was responding to. I haven't the foggiest notion how many times we fucked last night, but I can tell you the one thing we didn't do much of, and that was sleep."Jeff looked hard at his friend, and in a normal voice. "You do look a little peaked this morning. But is eight-fifteen high noon?" he laughed."Well, around here it is. Crap, Diana calls six o'clock sleeping in." Oh, you aren't impressing anyone. You're at work by seven in the morning. But did that lady of yours really get that excited over the marriages?". ” Barry smiled and squeezed her hands again. “There’s a couple of things I forgot,” he said. “The first is that I know I can be very serious, too serious sometimes. I’m sure it can be really annoying, so if that happens too much you can call a time out — a bit like using a safeword in BDSM play, yeah? The second is that we don’t have to beat ourselves up too much. I think we ought to keep trying to focus on what we enjoy, but look out for the seesaw, where one of us gets high on the other one. " Sophie whined, frantically rifling through the litter in the cupboards, but she wasn't rewarded. She desperately began licking the sticky residues left behind on her fingers from her previous gorging session, "There must be something left to eat."She waddled towards the fridge, quickly opening it up and scanning the contents. All that remained was half a gallon of milk and a tub of butter, hardly useful. She grabbed the milk bottle and started to chug it thirstily, droplets of milk running.