Being 13 is a tough age, I agreed, sticking a finger into her ribs, meant to elicit a laugh. “I’m not ticklish,” she announced, prompting me to ...ry poking a gain. A squeeze on the knee. Nothing. “I’m not ticklish.” “Not even this?” I asked, holding her arm and tracing my fingertip lightly from palm to elbow. Nothing. “How about this?” I inquire, taking her foot and running my finger along the length of her sole, which only made her wiggle her toes, “or this,” while I try the tracing thing. She gripped my shaft firmly and started to stroke it up anddown as she sucked me in and out of her mouth. After the day’s long build up Iwas ready to explode. I could feel my precum leaking from my dick adding to hersaliva. Her soft lips slid up and down my shaft contouring to the head of mydick as she worked it in and out of her wet mouth. The pressure was reallybuilding up deep in my balls so I told her to stop and pulled her up on the bednext to me. “Is everything ok” she asked. “That was. It was the best time to get some work done as a sports analyst for ESPN.It was a real fucking job and I loved it.I was walking past Beth’s room when I hear her crying, sobbing behind the closed door. I didn’t’ even know she was home. I opened the door to find my girl lying face down on the bed her head cradled on a pillow crying, tears had soaked the cover. “Beth? Beth sweetheart, what’s wrong?” I was concerned.She rolled over and looked up at me “Mom didn’t know I was home did she dad? I know. They had entourages that numbered in the dozens. They had their own security teams that kept even other players away; their publicists crafted and shaped every syllable that the player uttered; their stylists made sure that the player always looked freshly coiffed and tailored every time he appeared in front of a camera. These people traveled with the player everywhere he went. They had hangers-on by the dozens that nodded like bobbleheads every time the player spoke and then laughed behind his.