"And how would we find her? I'm staying in her oldroom, what else could I do?" The statuette, Walter," Frank stood and started pacing excitedly. "Yes,...hat must be the key. Why else would she send it back with you? That mustbe the way to find her."Walter looked off into space. "The statuette," he said slowly.Simultaneously, Frank and Walter said, "Albert Wilmarth!"They looked for him in his office, but he wasn't in. They had just turnedto leave when Wilmarth, tall, thin and graying, walked down. We were having fun though and there were times when I came back to the huddle like I was mad about the way I was tackled. I wanted the team to stay focused and not lose what we had going for ourselves. It worked too and the three times I did that, our offensive line came off the line of scrimmage and mowed them down like bowling pins.With fifteen seconds left in the third quarter, Coach Miller called time out and let the entire first string come off the field at once so the hometown fans could. I broke away, dashed to the toilet, just making it in time, what a fucking passion killer!My housemate chose that exact moment to stumble in from a nightclub, with some dodgy bird under his arm. They passed the open bathroom door, and burst out in laughter at seeing me naked & lent over the toilet pan on ‘the great white phone to God’. Fuck!That was the end of the night, I was too sick to carry on & certainly didn’t want those two over hearing Simon & I making out in the room next to them. I. ’ Tom implored. Shelia loved the feeling. Having a man stand naked, hard and dripping cum on her carpet (that might leave a stain she thought) was overwhelming. Normally she would get on her knees and start sucking. Then she looked down at herself, still clothed. She felt sexy but realized Tom had not even seen her outfit and was ready to squirt right now. Now she was truly aroused. With her fingers still wet from his pre-cum she held them up to his mouth. Not saying anything but both knowing.