I’m also fairly sure that Bev is aware of this too….however we’ve never really spoken about what our neighbours may or may not be able to see…...mainly as I personally don’t want to place any doubts in Bev’s head about the stuff we get up to some mornings. Anyway, to cut to the chase…quite often, mainly on weekends, as we finish our tea we’ll cuddle up for a few minutes before we get up…and sometimes Bev’s hand will wander under the duvet to check if I still have a morning boner. This can lead to. This time, the defender drew the charge, but after the force with which Cal hit him, his value as a 'shirt' was greatly diminished. Despite his quickness of foot, the 'shirt' was not a very good dribbler, and Cal was able to steal from him and set up their first breakaway basket of the game.On the next defensive play, Cal took a chance that his man was not a great shooter. Faking a swipe at the ball, Cal dropped quickly down the lane. He was able to block out an opponent who was trying to. ‘Dad said you’ve only got to look like you know what you’re doing with a gun. So don’t you go worrying yourself too much. Really we are not expecting any real trouble of that kind,’ Kathy said when we were alone. ‘That’s a relief. I hadn’t planned to play Jessie James or anything. Did I just hear you say that Pat’s your father?’ I asked. ‘Damn, I’m not supposed to tell you that, so don’t you be going telling him I did.’ ‘No chance, I don’t need Pat upset about anything. I need his help here.’ . I would sensuously stroke your tits, lightly circling your nipples, and slowly trace the outline of your slit – for as long as I considered necessary. I would get you wickedly wet. My attention to your tits would slowly start to change. I would start to squeeze, twist and pull your nipples. Without warning, my light touch on your cunt would be cut short as I start to slap your cunt – short staccato slaps. I would order you to put your hands behind your head and then put a pair of nipple clamps.