... "One of the girls." They told a story that seemed so much more believable than mine that Ialmost believed them myself. The nurse asked them severa... questions aboutme and if my interests were in boys or girls. If they knew if I wastaking any other drugs and so on. I looked at my mom and she didn't look so mad anymore. She looked morelike she was feeling sorry for me at what I must have been going through.That scared me more than her thinking that I was just a horny pervertedboy. I could tell. Then there was a large bump and she was thrown hard backwards this time burying me in her to the hilt. As the ride got bumpier, I realized that we were driving down railroad tracks and she was being rocked on my prick."OH MY GOD!" she suddenly cried and I knew right then that she was quickly riding a wave of pleasure towards a glorious orgasm. At the same time, the movements of her vibrating pussy on my enraged rod were doing the same to me."OHHH NO! I can't help it, it’s starting again!" she. I nodded. I was pretty sure I was in a hospital."Where are you?"My mouth was too parched to speak well."Hospital," I croaked."Do you know what city you're in?" asked the doctor.I shook my head. How the hell was I supposed to know what hospital I was in let alone what city it was in."How about what state you're in?" Michigan?" Oh my!" cried another woman in the background. She sounded vaguely like my Aunt Grace who I hadn't seen in years."Aunt Grace?" I croaked."Yes honey, I'm here!"My Aunt. Moving up at the end of August would be happy news, for the player, and for me as his manager. Moving up in early July would make only the player happy.The Three Amigos -- Orlie, Maria and Gloria -- were in the stands for our first game back in Bluefield. We sat through a long rain delay before whupping up on the Kingsport Mets, 7-2. It was 'way late when the game ended. Before heading for the showers, I leaned over the steel fencing and asked Orlie whether she thought it was too late for me to.