.. fuck... ing... cuuummming... cuuummming... cuuummming... fuuuuckkkkkkk me... fuck... meeeeeeeeeeee!" Carla was in heaven, stroking like an experien...ed cocksman. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Virginia was thrashing under her and her hips were slamming upward on every stroke. The bed shook with their passion. Virginia locked her ankles around Carla's waist to keep that big cock inside her.I started stroking Carmella again. This time slower. Her sexy legs were still tight around. The Bluefield fans were crushed, my kids were disappointed, and the Orioles brain trust back in Baltimore was just -- silent.The season was suddenly, unexpectedly, already over. No Divisional Playoffs for the Bluefield Orioles.Most of my players had no new instructions from the Big Club's front office. They would just go home -- to their hometowns all over America, Mexico and the Caribbean -- and wait for further word about where to report next year. I knew how they felt. And I knew that. "These aren't going towork," she told me.I sat up and looked in the diaper bag and saw a light pink rompersitting in there. "Just put me in that, and let's get going please...?"She smiled at that and I was soon stripped of the coat, the shirt andtie, and dressed in the infantile romper decorated with small littlestrawberries that looked almost like polka dots from a distance. It wasbasically sleeveless and made the bubble around my body that she seemedto love dressing me in. She carried me. I looked down at her, her ample but pert tits looked beautiful with her erect nipples with large, dark aureole and her smooth pussy was laid bare for me. "Fuck me Richard, fuck my cunt." She commanded. I didn't need asking twice as I drove my cock into her pussy. I started to get a rhythm going and Aunty Sue put her legs around my back to draw me closer in. "Oh you're good Richard," said Aunty Sue, "your cock is so big and thick like your dad's and you know what to do with it. Fuck me good and.