She casually turned her head to the right and thought she was in a dream. Margaret was looking at Matthew’s pants and saw that the fly did not have...a snap or button to keep it closed. With each long stretch that Matthew made, his fly opened up revealing the fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. With each long stretch, Margaret was face to face with his soft five inches of uncircumcised penis.This of course wasn’t the first time Margaret saw Matthew’s penis. Margaret had been assigned. “Are you ready to marry me then nothing is really a matter to me”.“But I need some time to come out of that marriege evil”….“Then dont take too much time just take about 5 minutes time to come out of it,my wify”.She smiled and Said “I am out of it my dear husband”.I was overjoyed and hugged her.She desperately kissed me on my chin.cheeks and on my chest.We were kissing lip to lip deeply and our tongues were speaking to each other in an romantic way.Taste of her salaiva was very good that I was. By the time I was old enough to date, it was mom that counseled me on contraceptives, women in general, and things she felt I should be aware of. Surprisingly, I was never uncomfortable being around her when we did that, and found it refreshing more than anything else that we could. And never not once, did I found myself becoming inappropriately aroused because of it, nor did I feel either one of us to be shy or embarrassed in discussing some of the things that we had. It was something I had. All I had to do was wait until the dark spot hit the glove and then I could spin and tag the runner, completing the universal perfect pickoff play. The dark spot quickly blacked out the sunlight and I closed my glove and began to swing it toward the runner desperately diving back toward the base. Unfortunately I moved a split second too soon and instead of hearing the satisfying thump of the ball in my glove I hear an odd, ‘Whoosh,’ and then a disheartening, ‘Thwock,’ as a swirling star field.