I said the words because they summed up how I felt, after those long, tedious years trying to climb to the top, finally to have reached it. I tried to...make clear, to those pretty- knowledgeable baseball fans in the audience, that I was all-too-aware that I was just 25th man on a 25-man ball club. I wasn't one of those Godlike creatures whose exploits made the papers every day. If anything, I felt closer to these people in the audience, some of whom probably, when it came to The Game, were. A-N: well if you put that way it's completely wrong.. Shelley: ok ok.. let me put it like this.. it's not cheating if we're not in the same room...or touching.. A-N: I don't know.. I want you but I dont want to cheat on him...Shelley: it's not cheating.. silly.. your there im here... plus I want you too.. infact you got my pussy throbbing...i'm getting wet for you..ever sense you mesaaged me about threesome I can't stop thinking about you both.. A-N: really now.. what if I told you my nipples. I didn't want to fight it. I wanted to fill her. I could feel Heather's arms around me and her nails raking up my bum and my lower back. I felt the pulse that signaled my orgasm. Almost immediately Heather yelped as she felt that first shot of hot sticky cum inside her. Her arms linked behind my back, pulling me tight and almost squeezing the breath from my body. As more cum entered her pussy I felt a tightening around my cock as her orgasm flooded through her like a tsunami. I sucked her. ’ ‘Am I?’ Derek heard himself ask. He rubbed his chin absently. ‘Know how I proposed to her, Sykes? I announced I would marry her after I tupped her good at Francesca’s brothel.’ Sykes made no sound. ‘She was there in hopes of ruining herself to escape a marriage to Lord Garner.’ ‘An ugly bastard, he is.’ Sykes comment was almost comical, as it was coming from a man who’s face was covered in scars. ‘Her cousin was forcing her to wed him.’ After a moment of silence, Derek dismissed the thought.