I moaned uncontrollably as I came, and gave a few feeble, futile thrusts against the table.The girl held me there in her throat for a few moments, and...I felt her swallow my cum as she slowly milked the last few drops of it from my dick into her mouth. I could hear her faintly moaning with satisfaction beneath me, and I could feel the gentle buzz of her vocalizations on my cock. Feigned or not, it felt fantastic. Once it was over, she gave me a few brief, gentle tugs, then planted a soft-lipped,. What if I wasn't big enough for her or if she didn't like my dick? Sensing my hesitation she got down on her knees in front of me and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of my Fruit of the Looms. She slowly pulled them down and as she did my hard prick caught up in the elastic until it finally sprung free and slapped loudly against my belly. "Oh my", she sighed as she wrapped her hand around the seven inch shaft of my dick. "I'm so going to enjoy this." She pumped my rod a couple of times and. “I’m his ex-girlfriend now,” Carrie growled, ignoring how badly her hand was stinging. “You can have him,” she added as she swept past them both.“What?” the blonde shrieked. The sound of a second slap echoed off the dugout walls.Carrie didn’t look back.**Her phone rang that evening while Carrie was walking with her friends from the cab to the bar. She tapped Ignore on the call, which listed it as coming from Piece of Shit. It was the third time Greg had tried to call after sending about thirty. I didn't have her cell phone number and I wouldn't dare call the Jennings' house.I wasn't allowed back in the restaurant due to the fight. So I didn't get to see her. I did pull into the restaurant and saw her through the windows. She looked out at me but then went back to work.On Saturday I went to the bar by myself. I saw Ben there with some guy I didn't know. Ben knew what happened to Rob but didn't say anything. I tossed down the disc and told him it was a movie for him to watch. I.