She sipped Henrietta’s Own, chewed her cigar, and said, “Played right field at Chavez. Good leather, average hitter. Had a two-forty something lif...time average. Lasted eight years in the Big Show. Decent speed, good range. Trouble hitting a curve ball. Most batters do.”“Personal life?”“Nothing anyone is chitter-chattering about. But I could ask around.” She got a faraway look for a moment, “Didn’t get along with his black teammates all that well. And, he did have a temper, back in his playing. Her dress rode up showing an incredible expanse of leg. She was looking great. She even looked happy. She noticed me looking and smiled. “Steve, I am happy. I have had a good time with a great guy. I have every reason to think there will be another date in the future. I’m going to church tomorrow to praise God. Why shouldn’t I be happy?”“I’m not arguing with you. Actually, I like who you are.”“Thank you. I covet your positive opinion.” I finished my lemonade. I stood. Belinda stood beside me.. Sandwiched between three powerful male studs I am corn holed, vaginally skewered , and throated. I wriggle and squirm helplessly like a bug on a pin as they screw me mercilessly. For their added pleasure two of them stretch me to the breaking point by double penetrating my fully ravaged puss. My delicate body is drowning in the stench of five dirty men covering me in their profuse, a****listic sweat. Finally all five bust nut all over my face and hair. I am completely screwed and. I wanted to be rid of my guests and fuck Ali on the balcony against the cold marble. I wanted to see her nipples rise from the frigid air as her body convulsed around my cock. I took a deep breath and pretended to be engrossed in a client’s droning when I noticed Ali standing over by the dessert table thirty feet away. She picked up a piece of fruit and dipped it into the chocolate fondue and delicately took a bite. She smiled as a drop fell to her right breast. My favorite one. My cock grew.