Brian pressed his head against mine. "You've got a run in yourstocking," he whispered. "One of the dilemmas of being a woman." "I think it's sexy." So...did I, when I was a guy, I thought ruefully. I looked down withchagrin when he squeezed my knee. On the run. * * * The excitement of the game was a blessed relief. The Bulls were intown, and I pretended to cheer for them, even though they were trulypathetic. We had great seats, which Brian had picked up for free when asenior officer at the bank. And after allowing me a quick second to drink in the view she looked back at me over her shoulder, sending a look that could be recognised in any language of any species, a look that said ‘come get some, stud.’ Well. There was a part of me – a rapidly growing part of me, thank you kindly – that dearly, desperately wanted to obey, and I had to fight hard to ignore those instinctual voices that were shouting ‘GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!’ As tempting as it was to simply get it all over and done with. Sensing pressure to get my orgasm over with, I bent my knees slightly to intensify my joyous trance. I was absolutely delirious from my pussy workout, when I heard my husbands’ footsteps clomping down the stairs. I spooked, cowered and suddenly felt the bat end punch past my panties up into my pussy as he opened the door! At that point, the bat started bouncing and clattering around noisily and I froze, gasping in terror. He walked in, catching me in what was undoubtedly, my most embarrassing. I'll see you later.”I grabbed my stuff and headed to my locker, smiling at her and glancing down at 'Winnie' one last time,“That sure is cute.”She smiled, a mischievous grin on her face, "It was nice meeting you, Celine. I hope we can workout again soon. Take care."I got dressed then headed home, Monica's tattoo and full bush on my mind. She sounded flirty to me if our schedules were more in sync. I'd like to get to know her better. She was adorable with such luscious curves along with that.