.. The drive back home was so picturesque that night, the full moon lighting the entire coastline and casting its warm soft glow everywhere. It was so...bright it could have been early morning, except that it was only 1:30 am. With the convertible top down, your hair appeared almost radiant as it blew in the warm wind and was illuminated by the moon. The whole evening was like a page out of a travel magazine, advertising the perfect romantic getaway.As we stood there on the porch, an incredible. The cook knew fresh fish. He breaded them in panko and fried them perfectly in butter. There are a couple things that the taste cannot be duplicated. The taste of fresh corn taken right off the stalk still warm from the afternoon sun, steamed, and eaten with salt and butter is one. Another is trout, still cold when it hits the fry pan and served with lemon and tartar sauce. The girls were in for a taste treat.Mike and Roger were salivating since they knew what fresh trout was about. The girls. He was a good boy, eager to learn, and Marvin worked with him almost every day. His round, steel-framed glasses bothered me some, but the kid said he could not get used to contacts and that his lenses were shatter-proof. I told him he looked like Harry Potter. He just nodded.Marvin had drilled into him my dictum, "Get the first pitch over." All he had was a 85-plus fastball and a weak slider, but it was enough because he seldom put the ball over the middle of the plate, and he gave up very few. I want to be on my knees with my ass way up the air presenting my gift to him. Then I want to ride him like the true stallion he is letting my hips shimmy and rotate and buck back and forth and slam up and down feeling him in the greatest depths I can feel him. I want him behind me on our sides holding my leg up high so he can use my pussy. I want to feel him with all his mighty hardness playing the poking game trying to sneak it in. Hell yeah I want him on top pile driving me. I want any.