She smiled to herself, another one who had succumbed to her young charms. She relished the moment, the power over this old man who actually, ate her ...ussy pretty well. That was the thing with old guys, a) they were really keen to please as it wasn't everyday they got the chance to enjoy a beautiful young lady and b) some of them, like Matt were pretty good at it too. Helen groaned as his teeth lightly dragged across her hard, proud clit. "Mmmmmmm you dirty old fucker, lick that clit" Helen. Pushing the button on top illuminated the numbers that told me it was 3:40am. My heart was still pounding and my ears were keenly aware of the sounds around me as I slid my feet onto the floor. Maybe if I got a drink of water, I could calm down enough to get back to sleep. Drowsily re-entering my room, I tripped over a suitcase at the foot of my bed. What in the hell? I thought to myself. That wasn’t there before! Not only was my foot throbbing from the impact of striking the suitcase, but once. There were about forty people already there. It was nestled in the corner bleachers where right field and the first base line came together. They had installed a seventy-five foot LED message board on the right field wall. It was just under where there were three rows of bleacher seating, and then behind that was the party deck. There had been an uproar when the bleacher seating had been taken out. The Cubs advertised the Budweiser Patio as being similar to the rooftop experience you could have. . You’re not a sorry person. You apologize. When you say you’re sorry it makes you sound like pathetic sweet heart. “He said tenderly” Your too beautiful and maintain too great a life to be someone who can call themselves sorry." He moved his head slightly closer and she took the bait pulling in slowly for a kiss as if in a trance. "Well if you insist Jenny!" He waited for her to make her move to make her feel the aggressor, and that’s when he took over locking lips rolling his tongue over.