"But you'll be back for that game, won't you, Sean?" Maybe," I said. "But that might not mean much. The way I've been able to play so far doesn't bode...well for a very successful return." Ah, I wouldn't worry too much about it, Porter," said Eric. "Even hurt and practically bled out, you'd still play stronger than Ingrams or Weasel." Maybe you think so," I said. "But from the inside looking out, let me tell you, it hurts." Well," said Eric, eyeing my face critically, "I'd say, by the look of it,. Do you want me to submit this?" I asked."Just close it." She said quickly. She ran her fingers nervously through her hair. "It's not what you think." I raised an eyebrow. "Well, maybe it is what you think. But your don't understand, he is a good lover but he is not all that ... well ... large."I smiled but it was my turn to get fidgety. My mind had gone back to the gutter and this time my dick followed. It was straining the fabric of my jeans. I wanted to put my hand down and cover the obvious. She was teasing me and I knew it, her mouth curved into a smile as she stopped sucking again. I stood up and kicked away my pants. Desire had taken over.I reached into her skirt and pulled it off, revealing her lace underwear and body. She reached inside her underwear and began to rub with her fingers, her lip was in her mouth again and when I pulled the lace from her pussy, she had a finger inside. I pulled her arm away and knelt down, her scent was enough to drive me crazy, my dick throbbed. He struggled to remember what he had read about pantomime dames on theinternet. All too soon the panel asked Dave to start his reading. AllDave could do to control his nerves was to pretend he was in front of hismirror at home after getting dressed in his flat. So he read through thescript and walked about all in a bit of a daze.Once Dave had completed the reading the chairman of the panel thanked himfor his time. He asked Dave if he had ever been a pantomime dame beforeand Dave had to.