Often she would tell him how his batting resembled that of Bradman or Sobers. She knew teasing him would make him horny and she could cop a grope of h...s cock after nets. One summers afternoon, amidst the start of the first ever T20 season, Manning went down to Chelmsford to watch her beloved Essex Eagles in the T20 cup. Cooky was just making his breakthrough into the Essex team but wasn't near the T20 squad and Manning bumped into him wandering round the outfield. Manning hadn't seen him in. "They won't let me lead them." Yeah, they will." Mo insisted, her blue eyes filled with determination. "No one else can, Ben. No one has been through what you have, or knows the Leathernecks as well as you." She looked at Ben earnestly. "You have to lead us."With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Ben knew she was right. "That's was Torque's position," he argued feebly, "not mine." Torque is dead, Ben." Hearing it from her lips didn't make the words hurt any less. "We need a new Father, and no. I was playing there with my tongue and fingers for some time. She started moaning with long heavy breathe. I liked that. Now her pussy was completely wet. I went to her and kissed her once again.Me – Am I doing good?Mom – You’re doing it like a pro. I am feeling so horny.Me – Then give the same pleasure to me.Mom then took my dick and she was amazed at its size.Mom – It’s so big. Your future wife will be a lucky oneMe – Haha. Until then you will be my partner.She kissed it and took it in her. My newly grown muscles impressed my bunk mates and boosted my confidence—that is, until history repeated itself at the mixers. Becky was off limits, but there were plenty of other girls to choose from, not in Miss Becky’s league but close. Like her, most of them shot me down, though, unlike the previous summer, I kept coming back for more. By lowering my standards in the looks department, I managed to score a date for the Summer End dance with Gilda Potash, cerebral and very nice. Beauty-wise,.