“I trust you; you are my best friend’s brother.”Here it comes, I thought. Time to say good-night but no thanks.But it wasn’t. “I want yo... to – be my first lover.” She looked at my face boldly as she said it, then suddenly she was on me, her arms tight around me, kissing me hungrily, her breasts against my chest, her tummy so hard on my cock that I feared for its safety.This is not good, I thought. It will be all over in a moment. She won’t get any satisfaction out of it and she’ll go. But, look what's been happening!" What?" When you come to the game, I hit like a sonuvabitch! When you're not here, I get my ass kicked by pitchers I used to own!" Oh, c'mon, now Slug! That's nothing but superstition! You're talking crazy now!" OK, so it's superstition. Who gives a Fat One? If having you around makes me a better hitter, we've gotta arrange it so I have you around!" Oh, yeah, right. So I get to spend all my nights and weekends at Camden Yards, watching ballgames. Just what I've. ‘Fake,’ she grinned. ‘I like fake blondes.’ ‘Breasts or hair?’ he inquired, a tease to her pensive moment. She shook her head and spun on her bar stool, again devouring their small pool of victims with her midnight blue eyes. For tonight, all the men were out. There would be no wild, passionate love with a construction worker from downtown, there would be no heated make-out sessions with a small, pierced collegian, she desired not the sight of a briefcase tossed across the room as a dark. “Murphy, I want you to kiss, lick and suck my pussy then I want to lay on you and suck your dick while you make me cum with your mouth.” Marley said.“The best way to do that is you get on me with your pussy to my head and your face to my dick.” I told her.“Shit I love this already.” Brenda said as Marley crawled up and straddled my chest, she then lay down on me and scooted back as I pulled her hips back to me so I could get to her pussy with my tongue.The other girls were in the floor at my.