Not inimpatience, but, I thought, in happy hope.Did I learn at my Mother's knee when I was a little boy?My mind flashed an image of Mother applying he...r lipstick as I stoodthere, a mesmerized young boy. The tube in my hand absorbed that imageand transferred the actions I saw back then to the tube in my hand now.In the back of my mind I realized that I would have to wait just a fewfew seconds to allow my quivering lips and shaking fingers to regroup.Finally my top lip stopped trembling and my. After stumbling all over the place while getting dressed, Donnie was about to run out the door. However, he suddenly stopped as if he had remembered something. He slowly approached with a hint of a sexy pace back to the bed where I my body still lay all limp. He sat next to me putting his heavy hand tenderly on my forehead, rubbing it.“What do you think about me coming over a bit later, sweetie” He said with a mild grin.My eyes opened in terror.“Easy, baby, easy… he won’t be coming. I. I’ll also restate that I don’t have any idea what these guys are like in real life and I’m merely a hockey FAN, not a know-it-all stats guru. I also know absolutely no Russian. The words that appear below are courtesy of PennLady, but there was no way I was about to write entire conversations (either internal or external) in Russian. As always, happy reading! M. ,) *** His game didn’t start to suffer immediately following the break-up. It happened very gradually, a few extra penalties here, a. My heart was pumping furiously and my cock was aching to be unleashed as her breasts came into view. Still moist from the shower, her breasts were slightly shiny with her nipples aroused.I literally leaped out of the couch and started kissing her as she dropped the rest of her towel on the floor. My right hand cupped her breasts while my left squeezed her ass. I can tell that she was excited too as her hands were busy working on my belt. It wasn’t long before I was naked too and she was lying.