They rode proudly on her chest, shockingly firm, and perky... and round... and smooth, soft looking... and squeezable. And they pressed together in ju...t the perfect way, creating an absolute canyon of cleavage in whatever she wore. Her nipples seemed like they were always hard because they showed through seemingly every top she had. It was as if she was constantly horny. It was like those nipples were just begging to be sucked on.Mom was stacked in every way. Her belly was flat and sexy,. I review every player interview. It's part of my job but it also lets me make suggestions about who we use to front the franchise, as it were. When Al Perez first arrived in Los Angeles, he was terrified to speak."He had an accent that was part New York and part Hispanic. His vocabulary was deficient and he rarely said anything more than the tried and truisms of all sports: 'We'll take it one day at a time;' 'We just tried to play within ourselves.' I hate them. I absolutely hate those phrases.. Then, she buried her head where the shoulder and neck meet. She fought back her tears and was strangely distracted by his fragrance. There was a faded hint of cologne, but there was a genuine muskiness to his natural scent. His firm grasp made her feel secure and safe. The combination of his hug and his masculine aroma made her loins tingle. She hugged him tighter, and for unknown reasons, she kissed his neck. She enjoyed the bitterness yet sweet taste of his soft skin. Her mind raced. What was. Renee had told Alex to tie Fran to the bed because she seemed crazed by her longing for the heroin that she couldn't get anymore.We're all going crazy, Renee thought. We've got to do something or none of us will last.In her mind, Renee recreated the events of the last few day-- -days that seemed like years. And the idea came to her."Get a rope," she whispered hoarsely to Alex.He stared at her as if she were crazy."Get it!"Blindly he followed her directions.Under her urging he tied one of her.