They looked at the X-rays and MRI from yesterday and sent me out to the other men.There were other ballplayers with me this time. A couple of players ...rom the various farm organizations were dressing for workouts, so this could be a mass workout. I dressed and tied my new shoes up, ready for some baseball.Almost all of the guys who were going to be looked at were utility guys and pitchers. I was a little disappointed that I didn't know the Marlins had a winter league in High A ball that played. I wanted to run after him but gave up. He will pick it up another time I thought. Out of curiosity I opened a laptop, maybe I will find something interesting there.I was looking through his laptop, he had many pictures of women in sexy shoes. I found a folder called "dress-up". when I opened it I was surprised, a woman almost looking like my wife ... is it him? impossible. I was a fool. I kept looking at the pictures and in fact he was my wife's brother, only in a wig and in women's clothes, he. It was finally time to fuck my mom. I waited on her for a long, and it paid off. I hugged and kissed and caressed her body everywhere. We rolled in the bed in the heat, passionate about each other’s bodies.I wanted her bad, and I wanted her now. I wanted to lock myself inside her. I kissed her forehead till the toe, kissing her nose, cheeks, lips, neck, boobs, nipples, navel, belly button, thighs, knees, and legs.I touched her pussy to ensure it was wet and gave a few smooth, leisurely licks. The conversation drifted to school, family, the mayoral election, and the upcoming baseball season. Around 10:00pm our friends left, though as usual Kurt, Kathy, and Eduardo stayed the night. Stephie and I went to my room after brushing our teeth and got into bed.“I like how that sounded, Steve. ‘Mrs. Adams’ just kind of sounds right,” she said.“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Peaches. The only Mrs. Adams there is right now is on my shit-list!”“Is your mom really that bad? I know you’ve said.