So it was official, now. Beat the Goddamned Yankees or forget about it.The regular season's too long. The players can't sustain their emotional highs ...or 162 games. There aren't enough breathing spaces. Not enough days off. Not enough family time.I was fresher than most. Maybe because I was the only Oriole whose bed partner was with him, at home and on the road. Anybody else who was getting laid on road trips was either a Lothario picking up groupies, or a wife-cheating womanizer, or else he. Today instead of his crisp business suit he wore faded and quite dirty blue jeans - t-shirt untucked and cut off at the sleeves and work boots. He constantly looked out of the corner of his eye toward a wooden contraption he use as a support for long pieces of lumber when he had them on the saw.A wooden roller across the top and legs protruding down for stability. It was quite a sturdy object. He would glance at it as he passed and before too long, he had placed her there. A freeze-frame. Saturday arrived, and to my surprise and concern Michelle turned up at my house in the early afternoon. I was worried that their plans had changed, but it simply turned out to be a case of the girls being bored and deciding to hang out a bit earlier than they had planned - they still intended to go to Michelle’s house later on.So it was that I got to enjoy a day with two overly energetic teenage girls. It was good in a way - it took my mind off of the night to come. Which isn’t to say that I. Rob then started taking Lucy?s shorts off. I still can picture seeing her in her black g-string. Rob was feeling her all up. He then removed her g-string and started licking her pussy. I can still remember his sloppy slurping sounds. Rob then took his boxers off. He was clean shaven and bigger and thicker then me. Rob sat up against the bed rest as Lucy began to kiss and lick his chest. Then Lucy proceeded to start sucking his dick. I couldn?t believe it. I was in extacy. I could not believe I.