Sorry Finland, fell asleep before posting the next bit.
>>37371773I cut a hole in the backstop with the force of it and sent a shot over the 'berm' that flew half way across the room and took 10 minutes to find. Then, while I was tidying up, I heard an door close, looked up, and saw that my bedroom door was ajar about half an inch.
I went to bed paranoid about who may have spied on me. I mean, I was pretty certain of who it was, but it would have been damn incriminating if it had been someone else, and they had seen me sniff the panties and knew who they belonged too.
In the morning, Jessica was insufferably happy, confirming, in my mind, that it had been her peaking at my bedroom door. She was taking risks as well, groping me while others weren't looking, and running herself into my hands if I wasn't paying attention. It was bad enough that I decided I needed to take off around 10, instead of swimming with John's family, and but as I went to get my bike out, she was glued to my side again, begging for a ride on the motorcycle. I couldn't even lie to her about not having a spare helmet, because I keep the spare right out in the open in my garage.
I did my best to try and get John's wife to run interference, but she didn't read my eyebrows correctly, and gave a motorcycle ride her endorsement. To my shock, Jessica just gripped my chest and pressed herself tight to my back, instead of digging for my junk like I had been anticifearing. At the first stop light, she asked me if I really loved her.
How do you answer that any way but 'Yes'?