“Whose fault was it?”“Oh, fuck!” she cried out at the top of her voice. Jake goosed her feedback circuit, pushing her hard. Finally, when she ...was about to collapse, he released her, and she sagged down on him, sweaty and exhausted. He gave her a few minutes to recover.“After that, the women aren’t going to believe that you came back here to talk about tutors.”Jan smiled up at him. I never said that was all I was going to do, she sent him.“Whose fault was it?”Whose fault was what?“You said your. We scored two more in the bottom of the seventh, making it 5-2, and damned if Paul didn't leave me in to face the two right-hand hitters leading off for Oakland in their eighth! One of them got a double off me, but he died on second and I retired the side without further incident.I kinda hoped Paul would let me finish the ninth, too, but he just wasn't that kind of a manager. Anyway, I preserved the win for Shiggie and, statistically, got one of those "holds" -- a gimmicky statistical category. I tuck it behind my ear, sit down in my favorite chair, and let my mind wander.~~~~I remember clearly the first time I saw a cocktail umbrella. As a child, my family lived in Las Vegas. On Sunday mornings, when we had house guests, the entire family would attend brunch at one of the biggest casinos in Vegas at that time. I was allowed the privilege of ordering a Shirley Temple. I wasn't fond of the flavor, it was the kitschy little cocktail umbrella that I loved. I would happily play with it. I reached in the opening in the front and pulled his soft penis out. I examined it closely. Mesmerized by it. I slowly began to stroke him after I removed the t-shirt of his I was wearing. I stroked his cock while sliding my middle finger in and out of my sopping wet cunt. His cock began to stiffen from my manipulation. I couldn't hold back anymore. I had to taste his manhood. I lowered my face to his abdomen. God it looked amazing. I licked his slit. Swirling my tongue around the tip before.