"Dr. Mendelssohn might want you to come in and say hello," she said."Surely not." When you come back for me after my hour, will you come in if I tell ...ou he wants you to?" He won't," I said. "But, sure, just say the word."There hadn't been time for the Baltimore Sun to pick up the story, but the Internet version of the paper already had it when I checked from home.The Sun's website reported that on Thursday night two prominent members of the Oriole pitching staff -- both starters -- had been. ”Reggie recovered enough to giggle, “You’re gonna like it, he’s terrific, you’ll see!”“Put it in ... c’mon, put it...”The house phone rang. Sydnie-Ann tried to ignore it, but I told her to answer it.She swiveled her ass off the couch and answered it, looking questioningly at Reggie and me.It was her ‘boyfriend’ from the other day, the guy Regina and I had watched fuck her silly from Reggie’s place while we were fucking too.“What am I doing?” Sydnie-Ann said, obviously repeating his question,. Pulling her to her feet, I twisted her around and pushed her over so she was holding the back of the chair. I spread her legs and rubbed my hand across her labia, checking that she was still wet, while moving the thong to one side. I rubbed the head of my cock on her pussy, teasing the lips apart and lubricating it, ready for the thrust. Her wide hips and ample ass looked magnificent, everything I had imagined and more, and to see her now prone in front of me, arching her back to offer up. .. or a great anything.” I added.“Joshua Lyle Anderson! Your mother may be a terrible cook, and ... wait, where was I going with this?” Catherine laughed.Apparently, Catherine and Robert knew my mother first hand now, and were none too pleased with her.“Nowhere. Look at what she did with Grand mama’s estate.” I pointed out.“He’s got a point. If my niece had any sense, she would’ve found a financial advisor instead of blowing all that money.” Robert said.Wait, Robert was my mother’s uncle? Oh.