"We could go to see Washington," she said. "I saw, on the map, the Championship is close to Baltimore. I would like to see Washington." I'd like to go... to Baltimore, too," I said. "See the Orioles, if they're in town that week." What week?" Tess said. "These tournament schedules are all smushed together, Kim. If you go to Charleston for the Ginn, you're going to have to turn around and get right back up here for the big one in Maryland." I'm thinking, I would perhaps skip the trip to South. I had to admire her skills with our new digital camera and try to guess what she had used as tripod.As expected, the camera didn't show any traces left after her photo session.Reading the messages wasn't funny at all. They had obviously met during a one-day seminar where they had a pleasant lunch and agreed to keep in touch via e-mails. Their first ones were complete innocent but got slowly nastier by the time. It was obvious that they had not met since the seminar and their date next week. His balls were the biggest, fattest, tightest balls I'd ever seen, and when he ejaculated, they rippled and swelled and the skin was so tight across them that I could smoothly kiss them and lick them as he erupted. He drank the liquid cunt juice I released when I climaxed, cupping his lips over my cunthole to suck it all out. Around 2:00 a.m. I drove home, and there was a message on the answering machine from my hubby. He and his lady friend were at a hotel in the city near us and that's how we. Withthat in mind, I want you to be happy and if that means having friendsthat are men, is understandable and only natural, and something I wantif it is what you want."Mom was pleased with my comments. "Wow, good for you Amy. That took alot of courage to do that, but I'm proud of you, and I know you it wasthe right thing to do. What did she say to that?" Mother, she had such a big smile on her face when I said that. Shefinally stopped smiling and said, 'Thank You, Amy! I didn't know how tobring.