He knew J.C. had found a comfortable spot with the Indians and the team would be competitive for five or six more years unless a rash of injuries hit....They're talking seven years, $180 million," J.C. confided."Jesus Christ," Brock exploded. "The Indians don't do contracts like that." That's what Stan said," J.C. said with a laugh. "Actually, I think it was word for word. He about shit when I told him to make a counteroffer – seven years, $120 million as long as the money I left on the table was. Suddenly I felt a pair of lips around one of my nipples. Because my head was between Wendys thighs I could not see who was sucking my nipple. Of course I knew that the obvious explanation was that Sam and Alicia had followed us back to the flat, but somehow I preferred to think that some stranger had followed us into the flat, possibly after watching us on the beach, and was joining in our little orgy. The idea that it might be a stranger sucking my tit excited me so much that I came screaming. I couldn't stand any longer. Bill carried me to my bed and pulled off my shorts as I lay back, still shaking. He quickly removed his pants and uniform shirt before climbing aboard and spreading my legs. Bill licked up my inner thighs, catching each drop of juice seeping from my drenched pussy, till he reached my open flower. I waited for him to savor the most delicious nectar of all.As he sucked on my clit, I convulsed, writhing and tightly gripping the sheets while I groaned and moaned. Bill. " She paused and the smile returned with a rueful rolling of her eyes. "Well, you've certainly seen a lot of your old mom, then, haven't you. Oh, David, you left land mines behind!" she looked heavenward and I could see the blush spread over her face."Am I blushing?" A little. I'm sorry." Nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. Thanks for telling me."We went quiet for awhile. I didn't know what she was mulling over."Well, I want us to be able to confide in each other about sex. This is a bit.