.well it stiffened right up. “Naturally.” Was my response.I was excited, I was going to spank a naughty bottom AND fuck a beautiful mouth!The day...of my flight couldn’t come fast enough. Finally, the day arrived for me to fly, I tried to keep from thinking about what was to come, but as you know, the harder you try to not think about something, the more you do. I managed pretty good though, but as the announcement from the flight deck came on signaling our final approach, my cock stiffened. Sell yourself. Why should I take you?"Her voice firmed up a little, but was still very quiet. "Because I can do anything. I'm reasonably smart, I'm flexible, I'm easy to get along with, and when I make friends I stay friends through thick and thin."I nodded. I'd been examining her as she spoke. She wasn't the prettiest girl in the world, very petite, but she had a nice figure and lovely red hair. She had obviously shaved her pubes recently, but just long enough ago that she was showing an. " Tell me about it," I said. "Anyhow the so-called hitting coach left with Buzzy." You remember Bill Magruder, big fellow, friend of Crowley over in Baltimore, retired two or three years ago when a new manager up in Toronto had his own man? Think he was a team-mate of Hargrove." That damn Hargrove," I said, smiling with the memory. "He got me thrown out of a game early in my career, fined too." Really." Ambrose said. "And I thought you were the gentle sort." You know how he stepped out after. How tiring can floating be? I soon found the wine in the glass gone and I definitely need more. I thought I was handling all of this pretty well but I need more alcohol. I was talking, interacting with an apparition, a spirit, a ghost as if it was a normal thing to have happen. And, it wasn’t … not a normal thing at all.“I need more wine. This is … well, it’s all very … difficult to absorb.” I gaze at him. “I don’t suppose you imbibe, anymore …”He chuckles, clearly more relaxed about the.