"I should have been with her Henry. I feel like it's my fault. I love you Henry and I won't leave. I want you to love me like you used to."I love you ...too Charlie. Nothing has changed there." Would you like to take me to bed? I don't have any more excuses after tonight. This girl could have been killed. Any of us could have been killed." I was close to crying. This wasn't a game to me anymore.I ran out of words. Henry put his arm around me and pulled me close. I realized I really did love Henry,. I started to wank him off; slowly at first, but then with longer firmer strokes. He encouraged me to grip firmer and then “make my balls bounce”, which I did, he raised his body, and my hand flew up and down his shaft, right in front of my face, his balls slapping hard against his buttocks. He was on the brink now, and just before my hand gave out, he let out a long deep moan, I opened my mouth, and as best I could, got my lips around the head of his cock, as his spunk flooded into my mouth,. I still don’t have as many types of shots, although I can do a couple fancy ones. That’s just something else that I’ll have to find time to learn to do better.”“Well, you can start on Tuesday, as that will be our shooting-drill day next week. Heather’s pretty good at teaching what she knows. She’s been working with Mia on her outside-foot shooting, as well as passing, and Mia has improved quite a bit. While Rhee is probably a better overall shooter than Heather, no one on the team is better. I occupied the first and second floors and the basement. I rented out the top two floors to a gay couple who were quiet and paid the rent on time.I opened the door, deactivated the alarm, and let Betsy slip past me before I secured the exterior. She slowly turned in the middle of the room."This is nice," she said."Thanks. Follow me."I led her to the kitchen and said, "Let me see your driver's license." I don't have one." ID Card?" I don't have any identification."Ironic, isn't it? I'd thought.