I've had enough; I'm not going back there." John told his grandmother who came over and sat on the sofa beside him and hugged him. She always did this... when he had been a young boy, when he became upset with either bullying or being teased about his spectacles.John rose and went to his room and lay on the bed and got one of his favourite magazines out from under the mattress. He hid them there so either his mother or Matar wouldn't find them. If he only knew that they had spotted them there when. The Jaguars kept the ball on the ground for the next half a dozen plays, pushing across midfield. They tried crossing our defense up on a first down play with a play action pass, but their QB didn't have the arm to drill the ball into the wind. It went incomplete. They still managed to make their first down on the next play.Coach Wyndham put an eighth man up in the box to defend against the run after we saw they couldn't pass effectively. This slowed the Jaguar's rushing attack. They still. Utterly resistant. Not even a handle. ‘Damn. Where’d you go, Boston?’No answer’s forthcoming, so I put on a robe and go make coffee, trying tentative wishes en route. I wish I could fuck… you know, this singer, that actress. Nothing. Shouldn’t opt for small stuff anyway, in case I’m not hallucinating. Post-caffeine I shave and shower – give the vivid-dream sensation time to fade. Then I check the bedroom. The cerulean portal is still there, unyielding like before. Damn. No calls on my time, so. I buried myself inside her and held it there for a moment. This time I pulled all the way out of her and grabbed her, pulling her to her knees and turning her around so she was bent over the couch. I wasted no time lining up my cock and sliding all the way back into her doggy style. My thrusts were long and hard, my balls slapping against her wet pussy and quickly becoming covered in her juices. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back as she moaned, the other hand holding her.