I wanted to father Emily’s children, even as I knew it was impossible. Her body was a temple I wanted to revisit as often as possible, without regre..., guilt, or shame.I just wanted her.And Emily apparently wanted me.As she dressed to leave me, she turned and hugged me fiercely. “Tell me to stay and I will never leave,” she said with conviction. “Order me to stay and I will.” Even as she uttered those words she and I both knew she had to go and that staying would tear us apart. As much as I. Not that I had ever seen a cop in this theater.Just before the lights went down he glanced my way and smiled. I quickly looked away but felt sure he had caught me looking. My face felt warm from embarrassment, I was glad the lights were dimming. Then, after the previews, he stood up and move over to the seat next to mine.So there I was sitting with my hands on my lap with a secret finger through the fly and with a guy sitting next to me with his hard cock out and reaching for the sky. Maybe I. My promise of a good season began on opening day. I was the starting pitcher and the standing ovation when I was announced was deafening. I felt like I owed these fans something. I know we provided entertainment and all that but the fans didn't have to cram the stadiums and buy all the over-priced souvenirs, junk food, and pay the astronomical price for the privilege of attending in person.I got pumped and it showed. My first game of the season was a perfect one. Added to that were four home. Larry reamed her pussy-hole thoroughly, lapping up pussy-juices along with his own spit. He unfolded the many folds of fuck-meat. Around and around moved his tongue; from side to side swung her head.Suddenly her head shot back. Her eyes bugged out. Her body tensed. Larry had plunged his tongue into her cunt up to the hilt."Eeeee!" she squealed, her lips quivering. "Shit, it feels just like a cock!"The youth began shaking his tongue up and down her cunt-hole, fucking her deep. He jolted her.