For the propose of catching my fluids, I had hidden an old hand towel under my dresser and had to scramble around in the dark to find it every time I ...made myself cum. This…. This was totally different and I felt a whole new world had just opened up. We lay still for a few minutes afterward looking up at the sky and then Merg rolled over smiling at me and looked at my cock. Yonnie, can I try making you cum? he asked. I was not sure how to answered for a minute but the thought of another. We turned back to the game as it got underway again. Frank came over and congratulated us but told us to calm down now and get ready for them to start attacking.We watched as their first line took the puck deep and started a cycle. Our forwards collapsed again but this time they got it back to the point for a good slap shot. Our one forward couldn't get out in time to block it so it went on net. It was a good low shot that was deflected but Mark reacted quickly to get his blocker on it and. Ah, the pangs of youth.But the hotness and wetness of last evening, the passion, the fusion, is no dream. Beside me lies the naked allure of Sara. Gazing longingly at her face, not gorgeous, but so delicate, so entrancing, her silken tawny hair across the pillow. I hunger to touch her sleeping form, so close. Those lips that pleasured me readily are slightly parted. Would a kiss awaken her?Yesterday, her unexpected arrival at my front door, brought on a haze of expectancy, of tactile wonder of. So why here? Why Callie?Picking up my cell phone, I tried to connect with Mike. No luck - out of the office according to his secretary. I called Jeff Benton, successfully connecting, only to learn he’d be on leave for three weeks, not ten days. His father was in critical condition. Apparently he’d driven off the road into a ravine. The police suspected alcohol, but Jeff was adamant his father never consumed alcohol when driving.Somewhat gloomy with the possibility of having my assignment.