." He gave me a puzzled look for a couple of seconds before the interest in the match in progress took over. On our way out we bumped into some low le...vel French journeymen usually polluting the draws of the Polish low level tennis events. They seemed to have recognized me, so I faked a smile, despite I felt anything but jolly. As soon as we left Stan grabbed my wrist between his thumb and an index finger, which was nowhere close to the cold-saving adorable hand holding in his jacket's pocket.. At least that was the way I hoped she was looking at me.Either way, it was a look I'd rarely seen from the girl.Zoey just looked scared and apprehensive, like a little girl that awoke to her parents fighting."She's lost it," I attempted to tell Zoey with my eyes. "I'm trying to do all I can to make it better."As I tried to communicate those words with my eyes, Zoey somehow received it. Her expression softened even more.Zoey's expression, God help me, somehow was the worst thing I could have. . yes.. yessssss”. All these noises were turning me on like anything.She kept on pushing my head inside and I was simply enjoying her moans. She moaned loudly and cummed hard. I cleaned it with a towel. She was looking very satisfied and said, “You are amazing”.Now she started to kiss me. She kissed my lips and then sucked my nipples and bit them. What an amazing feeling. She went lower and lower and finally without using her hand, she gulped my dick.She started to lick my dick like a lollipop. I spent the whole next weekend working on it. It was fun! I visited a realtor. She was a fun lady. Why wouldn't she be? I was a fun customer. With excellent credit, and a ready down-payment.I called Dave that Sunday -- the morning before their final game in Myrtle Beach. He was surprised to hear from me. We didn't do much telephone communicating while he was on the road. "How'd you know where to find me?" he asked."I called the Myrtle Beach Pelicans," I told him. "Said it was a family matter,.