“Please get that dick inside me”, she begged. I knew it was time for the main action. I asked her to get in the doggy position and ran my fingers ...hrough her sexy back, totally wet and beaming with her sweat. For a moment I savored the view of her round huge ass and cupped my hands around it caressing and kneading it.Now putting both my hands gently on her back, I slowly got some of my dick inside her pussy, which easily slid into her well-lubricated pussy with all her love juices.. Why not? Tomorrow was a day off for almost everybody -- Independence Day! But not for the Bluefield Orioles. We'd be back here, at the same old stand, for an afternoon game.At least we didn't play many doubleheaders anymore.My players had headed for the concrete-block building that served as our locker room and shower, but I lagged behind to see if I could get another look at Orlie Martinez. I was peeking around the edge of the dugout from inside when she caught me at it.Maybe she'd been. We cuddled and smooched for another hour. Now we both were ready for action. I took her to bathroom and started banging her in doggy position. This is the best position a guy can enjoy. Her ass’ cheeks were pounding on my thighs and she was also moaning which made me so horny. We took a bath and came out. I wanted more and took her to hall where there is our dinning table. I wanted to fuck her on dinning table but it is a bit tall and I can’t fuck her standing beside it. So we decided we would. Like the duality of the elixir, I loved it but hated it as well. The reason for love was obvious. The hate sprang from my uncertainty relative to its effects, what I had noted already as ‘peculiar’ side effects not told to me by Beetlesmith. I ran all the peculiarities I’ve experienced in the past couple of weeks in my mind, and still come up with no rational answers to explain them. Night after night, I check off all those peculiars, and tops on the list were our performances from last night..