”If I had a problem you would be the first to know,” ”Now go serve these drinks then meet me in the shower,” I said.I had to fight the urge of...running to him and telling him the truth about what Megan had done. Her making that apology to Sara sort of stopped me. It seemed she had made great progress compared to how she was.Keith left and I went to our bedroom. I stripped noticing my clothes were stained with dry cum. I turned the shower on and jumped in. I was washing my hair when Keith joined. Third was perhaps my weakest defensive position. Additionally, we were starting our rookie leftie, Marty Bausch, which meant the Yankees would load up on right-handed hitters, most of whom had a tendency to pound screamers down the third-base line.Was I "afraid" to play under those conditions? No. Afraid was far too strong a word.But let's try "under-eager."Hitting ninth as usual, I became the first Oriole baserunner of the game in the third inning with two out. It was a double but the Yankee. It had almost been 3 months since we had not seen each other. Just sexting each other was not helping us. We both were craving to meet each other. The late-night talks and the webcam chats were not helping us. While talking on webcam, we used to be nude and we used to try to satisfy each other. But the virtual sex was just making us more and more desperate to want each other more and more.Finally, a day came when my parents were going out to meet my aunt at Gujrat. They would not be at home for. Sophie laid her headon Trent’s shoulder and was looking right into my eyesas she slowly stroked his cock. My wife saw this, butinstead of being jealous, she locked eyes with Trent asher hands made their way under the blanket and unzippedmy shorts, in a minute I felt my wife’s hand on my dickand she ran her fingers lightly across the head andspread my leaking pre-cum around. By now Trent and I were just smiling and trying not tomake any noise. After a few moments Sophie winked at.