That gaze had been returned in measure when the elder found his student, the young man he would guide to a life of service.Ambrose felt himself intens...ly studied by the young man's eyes; he sensed a mind that had recently grown to power, but at the same time he saw a reflection of something timeless, ancient, as if older eyes studied him, weighed and judged him, through the young eyes of this unusual youth.Graydon, in turn, recognized half a century of dedication and sanctity in this old man's. His tongue stroked my hot flesh. He brushed my clit. My body trembled each time. He swelled an orgasm in me. A great ballooning of passion. It was something that would drown me. A more powerful passion than anything I had experienced during my self-loving.I stared down into his green eyes as his lips latched onto my clit. He sucked on me. I gasped, my back arching. My pussy clenched as the heat swelled through me. My head tossed back and forth. My fingers rubbed at my tits. I massaged them as. " You must have been here the night we were introduced," the blonde responded wryly."When all of you trooped down onto the playing field before the game, I paid attention!" I said, smiling."Yes. Samantha said that you asked about Patti."Oh-oh! Caught already.I looked at the still-silent Patricia Wyman -- "Patti" -- and confessed. "Yeah, I understood she was a third baseman, like me." Yes," Blondie responded dryly. "You third-basemen have to stick together. I figured it was something like that. I break our kiss and pull your shirt up over your head. As I trace the lines of your chest with my fingers, I marvel at how tight and hard your body still is. Your skin is so smooth, and I trace the small line of hair that starts just under your navel. I then undo your jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper. I'm thrilled to see that you are wearing nothing underneath. I can see the perfect outline of your hard cock under the denim fabric, straining desperately for freedom.I longed to touch your.