We played a game called Ultimate over the summer and she absolutely killed. It’s a shame that she doesn’t want to play sports.”“She has six-pa...k abs, doesn’t she?” Bob asked as they walked to the door. He was already certain he knew the answer but he wanted confirmation before he made a drooling fool out of himself if she was home.“Oh, yeah,” Phil said with a sigh.“I’m glad I wore a jockstrap under my swimsuit,” Bob said. “If she is here and I start to babble just slap me. OK?”“I don’t think. " Oh alright dear, I'll go and get your pain meds, let me know when you're done."As he stepped towards the toilet bowl, the reality suddenly struck him that with his cock pointing up at 45 degrees there was no way he could pee without either giving himself another shower (of the yellow variety) or doing a handstand, (which wasn't an option with broken wrists). What he did know was he needed to go bad: a long night's sleep and all that running water in the shower had seen to that. "Err mom?". " Stop it," protested the young brunette playfully, punching Danny on the shoulder. "You always say these sorts of things to me; I don't why I keep falling for it so often these days." It's because you are gullible. You just accept what I tell you as fact without question." I know, but it's just so easy to believe you that's all." Well I am a saint you know," revealed Danny matter of factly."What do you mean you're a saint?" Do you remember last year I went to that Catholic Church on Broad. She sighed in final surrender. “Come fuck me,” she managed in a small whisper. He pinched one of her nipples in reply, and she gasped, arching up against his hands. She no longer heard the music – only his voice. He held her captive – his touch like hot ice as he traced the curves of her body. His words encompassed all her thoughts in a thrilling imagery that surpassed all boundaries of sensuality. Her body reacted spontaneously, heart racing in sexual anticipation, every muscle alive, blood.