‘Shit, I don’t think I’m wearing a bra’ just as she said this, her top came down and her hoddie was chucked onto the floor. Now I’m 6’1, I...have an 8 pac as I work out all the time. I don’t take steroids contrary to my ex-girlfriends beliefs. I have sand blonde hair, I am attractive an I’m not just saying that. I am pretty cocky and when it comes to girls, I never fail to disappoint! I have a 8 inch cock when it’s not erect and it’s atleast 12 when it is. Anyway back to the story. She looked at. She loves watching me play!"Well, they got married, and they're still together and all, so I guess it wasn't that awful. But he told me later that the "loving baseball" thing had been a total ruse. She'd told him what she knew he wanted to hear, and he bought it, just like that.Now his ideal woman pays no attention at all to anything remotely related to his career as a ballplayer -- except that paycheck he brings home every two weeks.She doesn't even notice how disappointed he feels. Man,. Not breaking eye contact. ‘Are you sore at all?’ His voice was deep and husky. ‘A little.’ I broke out, my voice wasn’t as strong as his seemed to be. He spread my folds with his fingers, slowly stroking my tender flesh as if to soothe it. Inserting one finger, my breath caught and I closed my eyes to his skillful touch. Taking that as a sign to continue, he continued his rhythm of removing his finger and pushing it farther in with each stroke. I placed my hand on his chest and opened my eyes. "You know at the storeI help fit girls in their lingerie. I'll just bet you'd love it." Frankiestared at her in disbelief as he felt a new flush rise in his cheeks.He shook his head, "No, I, well, thank you, but I'll put them on later...I'll change in my room later..." his voice trailed off and he slipped outof her loose embrace and circled around the coffee table to the center ofthe room before a commanding voice brought him to a standstill."Don't you dare leave this room." Lisa snarled. "If.