Her skirts almost fit me. They were very tight in the waist but it gave me an idea of what my legs would look like. I managed to get into a pair of he... shoes. Putting the skirt on was arousing as hell! Looking at myself in the mirror was too. I lay down on her bed and tried to imagine what it would be like to have a boy run his hand up my leg…under the skirt…then start to play with me…feel me up good. Get his hand inside of my panties or…pull them down and start to finger me…play with my little. ” “Do you … Do you want to?” My gaze left his cock and met his blues. I closed my eyes, shook my head. “Huey, you’re drunk. You don’t … You’ve never …” “Does it look like I don’t want you to?” I shook my head again. His arousal was more than apparent. My stomach swirled around and around. “Please.” His voice was barely above a whisper. An urgent plea. For release? Maybe that was it. He was just drunk and horny. Two buds. Helping each other out. All lads togevver, kind of thing. Sure. I could. While they were waiting to be served Anthony asked her how she knew about Ron Santo. ‘From my grandfather,’ Sara said. ‘Granddad was a third baseman in the Cubs minor league system. He was invited to spring training by the big club one year and got to know him. Even though my grandfather was being groomed to be his replacement Ron Santo took him under his wing and in one spring training made him a much better fielder. Granddad was a large lummox of a man, very strong but not very athletic. Ron. (How he came to know it)Me: Yes, between 3:30 to 4:00, OK then bye.He: OK darling, I wait tomorrow by 1 PM, finish lunch and we can be online for an hour.Me: (Sent a smiley) and OK dear, I come sure.(Why I said that I would come online tomorrow was a big question to me)Yes, I had liked to chat with that stranger. In fact, I was hungry to talk to someone in the afternoon. Someone with whom I can laugh, exchange few lines and spend time. I felt there is no harm in chatting online.That night, I.