.." One hundred twenty?" I thought. Oh -- yeah. --He's counting the post-season, right up until last night."I haven't looked it up," Paul continued, "...ut if they beat us again, it'll be 121 wins, and I'm pretty sure that nobody's ever won 121 games in one season before. I mean, we've only been doing this three-round playoff thing for a few years now. Not too many teams have really had the chance."But, Gentlemen, that's a whole lotta fucking baseball games! They're good -- no mistake!"Well, none. A burning itch that wouldn’t let me forget or take my mind off of it.Eventually I lost to the temptation and curiosity and opened the messenger app again, lying on my bed I pressed the video and again was whiteness to my mum’s legs spread on the toilet seat. Hearing her soft and quite moans sent me over the edge in almost record time as I shot rope after rope of cum all over myself. Over the next few weeks I must have cum to that video and other’s that she’d sent him hundreds of times. The only. The main page said no nude photo's were allowed but the girls had posted bikini, swimsuit and dance photo's. Advertising always paid. At first I could not decide which girl I wanted. There was a little blond 13 with a baby and she was so young and so pretty, a 16 year old black girl with huge breasts on a slim frame in a micro bikini with a mixed baby appealed to me and then I looked at the photo of a young girl 18 year old from West Virginia. She was Teresa, a slim blond girl with a sad face. I bent down a bit and kissed her neck, licking around her ear, sending her into a frenzy of passion then slowly lowered my hand till it reached her tits. I now caressed her tits, rubbing them softly, squeezing them, all the while returning to her lips to kiss her even more. When we broke mom said softly, "Suck my tits honey" and with that I reached down, unbuttoned her blouse, opened it up and taking hold of her bra, lifted it off her tits. Taking them in my hands, I caressed them more,.