And now, as we arrived with the sun in Miami, it was clear that Amy would prefer to sleep alone for at least one more night on the road -- or make tha... one more day.That was OK by me. I was pooped.We won the opener of the three-game set with the Marlins, with our lefthander, Ed Murphy, really putting the collar on the usually hard-hitting Fish.The next night was supposed to have been my start in Florida, but my four innings in the second game in Atlanta had changed all that. Instead, the. His eyes shut along with his lips, and a long sigh seeped from inbetween them...Something of his had disappeared into her. He was anxious, excited, but not erect... and yet, she took him. Her full lips pressed tightly to his skin, her tongue swirled and danced around him, sent pleasurable sensations all through him and made him shudder, though he did not grow...His hands found the chair's armrests, clung to them lightly while she worked her muscle around his own, and suddenly... She drew in.. "There's just one thing . . ." She said that nervously, looking down at her own body. "I want to keep my breasts covered, if that's OK. It's just . . . you know . . ." It's fine, babe," I told her. "However you want to do it is fine by me."I had a feeling this might happen. Although it might seem like an unusual request, it made sense, given the context. Rebecca was, for reasons I couldn't understand, very self-conscious about her breasts. I suppose a small-chested woman living in this world of. I can feel her warm juices being left on my cock as she rides up, then I feel her pussy contracting round my cock as she sinks lower down my shaft, my hands taking hold of her ass more firmly and aggressively, pulling her cheeks apart, hoping she can get a little more of my cock inside her. Michelle begins bouncing up and down more vigorously, her back pounding on the roof of the car, her ass slapping against the steering wheel, I lean forward and sit up straighter, before leaning back,.