Here I was naked, standing in front of my best friend’s sister, and I was frozen in place. She was dressed in a light blue tank top, the spaghetti s...raps hung delicately from her shoulders and white shorts where her tanned legs stuck out beneath the hem and shined from the light of the room. It was apparent that she had shaved them last night. However, my eyes were set on her breasts hidden behind that light blue tank top. Not big, but not little, her medium sized perky breasts were beautiful.. I have been only too happy to help them out. I have been described as a “root rat” and was only too ready to accept that de***********ion. After all, if a woman wants sex why would I deny their wish?I had been careful not to dabble with women at work. Careful not to shit in my own nest, so to speak. However I did one time. Her name was Tracy and she had just broken up with her boyfriend and needed a shoulder to cry on. I gave her my shoulder and a lot more. Both of us knew it was a mistake. Me. "You should come in here for a minute," her dad said.Allie, now resigned that she was caught, picked herself up and went to the other room. What she saw there shocked her.Her dad was sitting in the middle of the couch, completely naked with a towel under his ass, blindfolded. Allie gasped and put a hand to her mouth as she saw him, and her eyes widened at the size of his cock, which was most the length of her forearm and almost as thick."Yeah I thought you'd be surprised," he said, his eyes. Maryland campus was closer to Washington, D.C. than to Baltimore. It was something of a minor trek, coming up here so frequently for games.It was intriguing. What was the draw? Was it me? If The Girl, Patricia Wyman -- "Patti" -- was there to watch me play third base, she wasn't giving me any sign of it. I had been watching her a lot more intently than she was watching me.After that make-up rain date doubleheader with the Tigers, we had a much-needed day off at home before beginning a series.