But let me ask you: Who won the fucking International League playoffs last year? Okay, you don’t know. Who played? What two teams were in the finals... Can’t name ‘em? Me neither. Fuck you very much, my point exactly.But I was playing every game with Norfolk, my average for the whole season was up to .346, and although I’d heard nothing at all from the Orioles, and nothing about the progress of their negotiations with Josh Brennan, World’s Greatest DH, I was looking forward, very much, to. Inside was a bottle ofperfume - I had no idea whether it was expensive or not, but the bottlewas very elaborate and pretty."A girl should always smell good," Roger said. "Try some on." I'm not really sure how, sir." Not sure how to put on perfume? Don't be such a silly girl," he scoldedgently. "Let me do it". He took the bottle from me, and sprayed a smallamount onto my wrists, and a little onto my chest. It smelled enticingand feminine. "Now you smell sexy," he told me, "as well as. 'No improvement' I decided, as I dragged my Pillsbury Doughboy body off the sofa and fumbled with the belt of the dingy robe, finally cinching it closed as my slipper clad feet shuffled across the tile of the entryway.I peeked through the little spyhole in the door, and couldn't believe what I thought I saw. Of course, the fisheye distortion could be fooling me, but I could swear there were three women on my doorstep.Cautiously, I eased it open to the end of the chain."Yes?" Hi!" the matronly. .. Emily went on. Kevin covered his cock and his cum with his sheet. I had to tell him what you said and I let the cat out of the bag. Now Amy was blushing a little. Emily couldn't stop talking about our rendezvous.I told him how it turned me on too, and he asked why. I didn't really think about what I was saying. I couldn't stop thinking about seeing him cum and told him my fantasy... along with yours. His cock was throbbing under his sheet and I felt my pussy getting wetter and I couldn't.