He felt an intense loneliness, as if he were indeed the last man in the world, the only player standing between possible victory and Armageddon. In a ...oment that could make or break the career aspirations of any football player, Jim prepared himself to make the tackle, to save the day, to successfully reinforce his title as… With a fake step to the left and an immediate cut right, the ball carrier ran past Jim’s feeble diving attempt at a tackle and sped downfield. Watching the final steps into. Mr. Ponce placed his hand on my thigh and said "Don't worry!" And, then he smiled and added "Have I ever steered you wrong? Get it? STEERED you wrong?" I laughed because I was used to his corny jokes, but for the first time I started to wonder why Mr. Ponce was still single. After all, he was a great catch. Handsome, funny, witty, and very masculine. He kept his hand on my thigh the rest of the drive and then he squeezed it as we saw a sign for a beach that I had never seen. He pulled into a. She had experienced bouts before, but nothing quite like this. It was the way of the Arachne, to mate with a human male and build a nest. If the human survived mating, then he would get wrapped up as a snack for the mother to be. It was a survival mechanism that protected them from starvation and discovery, and she knew if she were to find a mate, she could never guarantee her own safety, nor that of her children.Her mother’s nest had been the last. The Crusades had narrowed their numbers. She walked back in the bathroom and undid her bra sliding it off down her arms. She then faced away from the mirror sliding her black panties all the way down her legs glancing back to see her tight trimmed pussy in the mirror. She climbed into the shower and let the warm water run over her. She slid her hands over her boobs realizing her nipple were now rock hard. As she continued down her body her hands grazed her pussy. She was wet, a lot wetter than she was expecting. Maybe she had only.