“That doesn’t mean they’ll be an easy win.”I understood what he was saying. One of the biggest mistakes you could make was to assume you would...win. He didn’t have to worry about that. I wasn’t confident in my pitching. It would have been different if I’d pitched more during the season.Tonight’s game was going to be hot and muggy. It almost felt like I was back in Cuba. The only good thing about the heat was that it would help keep me loose.It looked like we might also have our first sellout. I’ll pick you up then.”Now I have to explain about Nikki. She was a freckled redhead, the youngest of three girls and the last one living with her mother, the formidable Bertha. Her father had been a local banker who died when she was in grade school, so she had little experience with the male of the species. At about 5’6” and maybe 100 pounds, she was slim and cute despite her glasses, and stood almost a foot shorter than my 6’4” and about 70 pounds less than me. Nikki had been “going steady”. "Lick me. Please," she gasped.John traced her soft wet labia slowly with his fingers. Fluid was slowly flowing out of her. He loved her smell and her craving to cum. He put his hands on her upper thighs and moved his head down to her open pussy and began to work his tongue around her Labia. Tori's hips were now moving up and down with John's tongue.Pushing apart her lips and swirling his tongue he started on her clit. She had never felt this way and it was so intense that she needed to cum in. Even so, she refused to leave Warren's side. She even made the nurses put them in the same examining room. The nurses told her that she would have to take her shirt off in front of him, and she said, "I don't care. He stays." So he stayed.It would make it easier on the doctors, anyhow-they could check them both out at once.Sophia's mother was the first to show up. She was alternately hysterical and scolding. Warren was dumbfounded. Yeah, she was shook up at seeing her oldest daughter in the.