Guzzle it. Guzzle my piss."I could only moan in my throat, lapping at her wet pussy, licking up the drops in her curls, before she pulled my head out ...rom her delicious snatch."You want more, naughty boy?" Yes, yes," I whispered, nodding and pulling against her hold in my hair to get back into her bush."Prove it then," she said. "Jerk your cock, beg me for it, Dean."She was so beautiful then, lit up even with the darkness of her skin in the darkness of the night, but her eyes, her mouth, her. Anyway, nothing could be more irrelevant than what Bob Gibson could or could not do. I didn't think I was, or ever would be, as fast as Gibson, and I knew I was never going to be as intimidating a figure, standing out there on the mound trying to stare down opposing hitters.Bob Gibson had looked like a monster out there. What I had been told was that I was "pretty fucking fast." Well, that was fine -- for openers. Now I had to learn how to be a little something more than that.So I worried,. Really, really hot. I brush my teeth and wash my face as I wait for the water to reach the correct temperature. You keep stealing glances at me in the mirror, staring at my tits as they strain against the sheer fabric of my tank top. I know you want some sign from me that you can make another move, but I’m so tired I’m barely functional, and I just can’t go there right now.I open the shower door just a crack and test the water. The steam rolls out of the stall, creeping over the mirror with. I could not believe how she was acting, but I liked it, it was so exciting I could not hold back as I exploded into her mouth. She sucked every last drop from my cock, which was a first for her, she always said it was gross and would make her vomit.She then grabbed my head and shoved it between her legs and began fucking my face with her wet pussy. I had never seen her so wet. Within a few minutes of my tongue licking up and down her dripping wet slit, she shot her sweet juices into my waiting.