As the long-reliever with a record of 1-2 with five "holds," I wasn't going anywhere -- at least not at the team's expense. I wonder which relief pitc...er led the American League in "holds"?Nobody cared. Hell, even I didn't care!I flirted with the idea of accompanying Amy to San Francisco, but we both thought maybe I should hang in Baltimore, just to keep our little romance a bit less public. But then I suggested that perhaps she ought to invite Samantha along.Samantha could share Amy's room on. ." I sighed and flipped a birdie back to her.She scowled at us, then fell behind in traffic as her lane slowed. Islowed down too, just to make damned certain she couldn't pull inbehind me."Oh come on Erin." he said. "Did you have to do that?" Oooohhh scary. She's a woman John, okay? Afraid she'll yell at you andyour dick'll shrivel up?" I said, catching his crest fallen look.I'd forgotten. John wasn't the most macho of men anyway. That was oneof the reasons I married him, but I had to be. Like she always wanted to, deep down."I love you b*o! I love you so, so -- Mmmm!" Sweat poured down between their rutting bodies and Kit arched and howled as the tightness in her belly twinged and threatened to snap any moment."I love you s*s!" Thomas cried back, "I've always loved you like this!" His balls slapped her ass in his abandon, and he thrashed her soaking pussy. They both felt his throbbing, her tightening, and knew it was now or never. Kit didn't stop posting when she held her. Abbie suggests he brings her hairbrush and band to pull her wet hair back. He laughs, goes through the door, and Abbie being the only one who can see him, undresses from his wet clothes, and as Abbie watches his wet bare ass sway as he walks across the kitchen to head upstairs, she sighs at how just the sight of Tim, especially nude, can arouse her so.It seems like in no time Tim, now in dry shorts, not bothering with a shirt, is bringing out sandwiches and beers for their lunch and the.