All I could think about was getting home and taking care of my cock in the shower. The angle I was in was starting to hurt my hands and she could sens... it. "If you need to move your hands or come at it from a different angle, do not let me stop you," she said looking up at the roof of the picnic area. "Is this getting any better?" I asked. "NO" she said. I took my left hand off her thigh and placed my elbow on her right thigh and back on the highest point of the muscle over her shorts. After. I can’t have you as a lover.”“But you can. It’d be perfect.”“No Brad, it would be wrong.”“Others might see it that way, but I don’t. You’re so pretty, and even more beautiful when you’re cumming. I want to see that beauty and know that it was me giving it to you.”“Brad I can’t.”“You can. Just think I can give you all that my worthless father can’t. I can give you the pleasure that you desire.”I shook my head, to stunned to reply to him. “Come on Mom. You’d love it, I promise.”“No Brad please. "Yeah. And, and that's real meaningful, because our batting-practice pitcher is wingin' 'em in there something fierce! He's deceptive! And he must be throwing, oh, at least 70 miles an hour!" Sarcasm isn't your strong suit," Sandy said."What am I gonna do, Sandy?" You're going to punt. For just this one game. If Paul Warren's as bright as I think he is, he won't call on you, even to pinch-hit. Not tonight." Then what?" Then we're going back to my house, for that two-fer." Hmmm. That's the. A sister,” the voice said, a smile clear in it.“I think you’d better come to the Rectory,” Dulcie was saying, then, looking at me, “have you something to put wet clothes in?”“Sure.” I rummaged around and found a dry-bag, which is really for keeping dry things dry, but would do for the reverse, at least in keeping Suki’s wet things from soaking Dulcie’s car.Shortly after, the rain eased for a few minutes, and Dulcie steered Suki out of Tranquillity, across the slippery plank and to her car. I.