"Lita stared at her some more. Who was she? She looked so familiar, andyet she just couldn't place her. She was young, in her early thirties,had strai...ht dark hair and was tall and pretty. She was wearing a looseblack trouser suit, small hoop earrings and flat black pumps."Why don't you come along with me dear."She started walking off, towards the door that Lita had just come infrom. Like the first day of her awakening, all those years ago, Litafound herself compulsively following her, unable. He went two for four that night, played his position with grace, and as far as I know, he still had not kept any food down. I pitched the last two innings of the win; no runs and no walks. It helped me forget my troubles, our troubles. My ERA was incredible, barely over two.The day before, I had met with Mr. Ambrose and Charley Freeman at the MCI offices. It was another chilly meeting from the git-go, and it had a sad ending."Charley says he knows some gamblers," Ambrose said after I apologized. “Do you know why I am doing this?” She nodded.“Do you have any questions?” She shook her head no.“Are you afraid?” She nodded, barely. Her eyes moistened with resignation that she knew she was minutes away from her own death.I knelt between her legs and pulled her panties off. I put her thighs and my shoulders and buried my face in her sweet sex. I licked, I sucked, I nibbled and I impaled her with my tongue. All the while, I was sending waves of pleasure through her neural network,. He found himself unable to stop fucking her, continually impaling her again and again. Her sweet, tight ooey-gooey had him trapped like quicksand, drowning him in pussy. Every few minutes, she erupted in volcanic glory, gushing and splashing squirt everywhere.“I can’t stop,” he cried out. “I c-c-can’t...”His arms weakened as he felt his orgasm erupting. Her trembling hands dug her nails into the back of his shoulders. The digging pain couldn’t overpower his surging load. Out of breath, he tried.