Me... up... with... his... cock... and... his... cum... " she panted as mother's fingers brought her to near climax. "Aaaaaaaaahhhh... cuuummming... C...r... ooooll... cuuummming!" she screamed as mother bit down on a distended nipple and jammed a third finger into her gushing cunt.I moved swiftly to catch her as her legs gave out. Mother and I moved her to the bed. We looked at her near comatose body, dress around her waist, cum covered stockinged legs spread wide, wide-open dripping cunt framed. The coach signaled for another slider and the same thing happened. This guy had a decent slider, but it was always outside. It was a hitter's count and I was determined to not let this guy walk. The coach signaled for a slider again, and I waved two fingers at my side to wave him off and he gave me the sign again. Okay, I'll give him the call, and set up way inside and hope the ball slides across the plate.The hitter was looking for a fastball and swung, but topped the ball for a come backer to. From the first time we met, more than anything else we longed to simply hold each other. A sweet, tender lover's embrace. Oh, the pure simple joy of it! So it was agreed. First things first. A long, beautiful hug, then we could move on to our extensive wish list. No hurry. We had plenty of time. As tacky as it seemed, having an itinerary gave me a certain degree of comfort, a feeling of peace in knowing what to expect, though you would never guess it by looking at me right now.I finally arrived. Alex and I exchanged a quick look and he whistled after her. She turned around instantly, walked uo to Alex, who looked puszzled.But instead of telling him off or slapping his face, she asked in English, in an innocent voice with a slight Eastern European accent: ”So I take it you want to buy me a drink, don't you?” Of course, as a man, you can spend a fortune on the Reeperbahn if you buy drinks for all the hot chicks you meet in the bars and clubs..But in this case, I didn't hesitate and.