Whileshe took her jacket off and hung it on a hook, he walked over to thelarge windows on the other side of the office and started closing theblinds."...ake yourself at home Angela," he said over his shoulder.Brown's office was on the top floor of the Physics building with alarge panoramic window overlooking the campus grounds. He had furnishedit with a number of large bookshelves overstocked with textbooks andjournals, a large imposing desk at which he could receive visitors orsternly lecture. Along the front of the bed where some windows that faced forward so I can see the highway. One day, I had a thought about a Road Trip Game and tried it out. It was perfect and to this day I still play this game while I am driving down two lane highways. The object of the game is to try not to cum for as long as possible. You can do this by either trying to hold back your cum for as long as possible or for a totally different experience you can keep your body as relaxed as possible and just. Our lips remained enthralled with one another, tongues dancing their own dance. She broke off the kiss only to push my shirt up and off of me, tossing it to the side and returned her mouth to mine with a hunger that seemingly wouldn't be quenched. I placed my hand on her breast, feeling its fullness and teasing my way to her nipple. Upon my fingers finding their prize, I heard a soft sigh and a slight gasp. I smiled inwardly as it made me happy that I had just brought forth a bit of pleasure.. Clemens hadn’t changed. Not a lot heavier than when he’d quit quarterbacking for Pittsburgh ten years ago. The office was expensive but plain. No autographed pictures of old buddies and this year’s heroes. Not even the wife and kiddie picture on his desk. He just looked at me. The same old flat gaze. ‘I thought you were selling stocks and bonds,’ he said. I grinned. What else could I do? I picked out a chair and sat down. ‘Are you off the sauce?’ Clemens asked. ‘Nothing to drink in a year,’ I.