As Yogi Berra informed, Ninety percent of the game is half mental. People give up because it then doesnt hurt as much to lose. I hope we can play our ...earts out and take a chance that we may lose when were at our best. If we play our hearts out and win, that victory will be oh so sweet! What do you say? Lets do it, started as a somber response, but turned into a wild chant! Everyone gives each other a high five or chest bump. Apparently this psyches out the new Padres pitcher, who walks the. He wanted to pin her on her back and fill her with his cock. He wanted to bite the nipples on her big tits and he wanted ram every inch of cock he had to offer in her young pussy. He wanted to feel her fingernails dig into the flesh of his triceps as his hips bounced between her legs. He wanted feel her body stiffen beneath him, to hear her whimper in his ear that it was too big and beg him to slow down.He was not sure why he felt these primal and unchristian urges around Cheryl. He'd never. ..” I started. “What happened?"“She was offering...”I got interrupted by Lance. “Hey, boss man, Becky is next. Do you want me to go look for her?" “No, I got this. I’ll go look for her. Talk to Mia for a second. I’ll be right back,” I said before briskly walking to the backstage area. I started looking inside the doors. Most of which were empty except a few.“Oh! Don’t you know how to knock?"“Sorry, Gigi, sorry. Do you know where Becky is?" I said.Gigi turned around. She was topless. Gigi. All the time thinking I had it all figured out. I had just began stroking my cock, when I noticed a lady across the aisle from me, who was glancing at me. She had caught on to my plan. She was very nice looking, a blonde with a great rack. She looked to be late 30's, and obviously a mother. Her son was asleep in the window seat. He looked about 10. I continued to stroke my cock under the blanket as she smiled, and soon stopped looking away. She nodded at me, as if to suggest that I take the.