"Fire Bringer pulled the sheets from the bed and used his knife to cut them in pieces large enough to cover the girls when they pulled the cloth over ...heir heads through the slits he cut in the cloth. None of the girls were fashionably dressed, but they were adequately covered. He asked every girl, "Do you want to go home?" The universal answer was a resounding "yes." "OK, to do this right, I need some information from each one of you. Line up side by side so we can be orderly about this. You,. This shortcoming had probably done as much as anything to slow down my march to the majors.It didn't help that the Orioles had one of the best second basemen in the league -- a guy who could hit, and whose range around second was far superior to mine. He also had 19 homers last season -- 19 more than You-Know-Who.Maybe I would become the first Punch-and-Judy guy to be a full-time Designated Hitter. Well, I didn't have any moral objections to that. Just put me in, coach! DH would do.I got what I. ..Then, seemingly on its own, my hand slid down my tummy and over my mound. My pussy was soaked! My other hand was squeezing my nipple, one then the other. My fingers began to slide inside of my wet, juicy pussy. It was hopeless for me to resist anymore. I needed to come. I just couldn't wait.Leaning against the wet, tiled wall, I pushed my fingers deep inside me, thrusting them in and out and imagining they were Dave's. I remembered how he curled his fingers upward, reaching that soft spongy. Apparently, coming home from a trip requires a shopping expedition, just as preparing to go on one does. Why? The clothes you had before you left are suddenly no good when you get home? The official excuse was that they had to take Valerie and Christina shopping. They were the President's daughters, for heaven's sake. They probably had more clothes than all my girls combined. Well, ok, maybe not; that combined weight all on one continent would probably throw the earth out of its orbit.It did.