Extending out from the center were golds and marigolds disrupting the powerfully bold blue. The focal point was the abraded leather and as he took a c...oser look, he saw the initials that were penned in from so many years ago. His body fell to the floor and took the painting in. In the center of her work was a ball that had been given to his grandfather. His grandfather had been presented the ball because one of his passes had given the Rams a lead against Cleveland. He signed it the day he. It only takes a minute before he utters a deep growl and empties into her over and over. Their orgasms seem to go on forever, and it takes them several minutes to recover.“Damn, baby! That was so good!” she says as she rolls to face him.“Sure was, baby! I have never seen you play with yourself like that, and the way you told me to ‘fuck you’? I was shocked, but damn, was I turned on! Where has that been?”Laughing, Sarah says, “I really don’t know, but all of this feels so right to me. I told. There was new lettering on the front window, the current name of the firm, reflecting the change in management. A chill came over me as I glanced at the lot three doors down, the one which formerly housed the massage parlor. The chill intensified when I saw that the lot was vacant, with a "For Rent" sign attached to the padlocked front door.Inside the insurance office, I encountered a receptionist whom I didn't recognize. I explained who I was, and that I was a former employee. I mentioned the. They must have been waiting, because the response was almost immediate."Hey!" said Carol Hollerith, his wife of nearly fifteen years. "Where are you, hon?"It was their usual greeting. She'd ask and he'd answer as he always did. "I'm not home, that's for sure." She knew he couldn't say. But if he ever answered in any other way, she'd know that he was in trouble, somewhere.The relief on her face was clear. "Well, Merry Christmas, again, you crusty old Navy dog," she laughed. "Here's the kids."He.