Or... maybe I'm just chicken. (Probably the latter.) I'm not sure if I've ever even wondered, "Should I say I love you first?" because like the best-w...hen-fried poultry item that I am akin to, there's just no way I would take the plunge first.Plunge? That sounds awful. (FWIW, I am in therapy to deal with my fears around intimacy.) Saying "I love you" is not a plunge; it's a god damn beautiful declaration. If you are in a relationship and you want to say "I love you" — assuming it's not two dates. The afternoon had been spent wondering what game she had for me this evening. I wondered how she would be dressed. I wondered whether this game would be as exciting and enjoyable as our previous games have been. It’s a strange relationship, what I have with Eileen and its nights like this that have me coming back for more. She opened the door and I was treated to one of her more breathtaking outfits. Not that Eileen needs much to be breathtaking, but this was something special. The top was. Sue slowly circled her pussy on her bosses face. Within minutes a second orgasm came, though not as big as the first. "Oh fuck, you're making me come again" she whimpered...strictly for Paul's benefit. A third orgasm followed a few minutes later. She looked behind her and saw signs of life below her boss's waist. "Mmmm, your getting hard again, boss". She turned around and swooped down on his growing manhood. Still mashing her pussy on her boss's face. "mind if we do a little 69"? Hearing this,. I think he was trying to decide if he had to say something about Tami and me, but in the end I guess he decided that Mom had handled it. Football practice had gone great and so had the play. It was Thursday. Maybe, just maybe, I would finally get the confrontation free week I'd been hoping for."I just have a couple of announcements, then you can take off. No game tomorrow, and we've looked real good this week, so I've decided to give you the day off."The team cheered. It had been awhile since.