“Good girl,” I growled as I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked hard.Her body trembled and her breath became short gasps as I took pl...asure in suckling her sweet nipples. She was a needy little whore and I couldn’t help but want to take control of it.As I felt her body squirm and her hips beg for more, my need to take her right there was out of my control. I gripped the bottom of her skirt and hiked it up exposing her tight little pussy.“You want more, you dirty little whore?” I. Maybe if I had still been the long reliever, I would have seen some action in that first game, because Atlanta pounded us, early and often, and we lost the opener, 11-4. Since we didn't even have a long reliever at the moment, the Braves took their shots at a lengthy parade of Oriole short men, all of whom, it seemed, were determined to make their mound visits to Turner Field even shorter than Paul Warren had intended.Warren spent as much time on the mound as any of our pitchers, holding the. We ended up dropping acid and hanging out at Santa Monica beach, where we laughed our asses off and even imagined Yoko Ono rising up out of the ocean waves like the Kraken from that mythological movie. We had this Yoko Ono thing going on and used to plot to find her and hang out with her. It was so hilarious and we were so juvenile. We ended up finding a major cruising area in Hollywood, too, and of all places RIGHT UNDER the Hollywood sign on the mountain! There are guys all over that. Marilyn Goodge took a deep breath, she was a little shocked and embarrassed at her nephew's question but not as much as she thought she would be, after all she was only doing what his mother would have done if she had been there at that moment. What she didn't know, however, was how to put it in terms the boy could understand. She wasn't prepared though for his next remark."What I really want to know Auntie, is how men and women do it."Marilyn Goodge gulped, she could hardly believe that her.