" "Bathroom?" I frowned, and then recalled the blonde girl leaning against the wall with her head down on the phone. "Oh, Jesus," I whispered. "You ha...e a pretty everything, Becca.' Jenna laughed. "You were picking her up. You guys are into playing with girls my age and"—she slowly worked her tongue across her pink lips—"I want to play." "Okay, look," Doug said. "You're not stupid, and you're certainly not naïve, so I guess we can't deny it." "Doug!" I elbowed him again, but he went on. "So,. She give me a liquid breakfast as she squirted all over my face and down my chest. Once she caught her breathe she lowered her leg lifting me by the hair and began licking her cum off my face and chest. She kept going down until she had me in her mouth making me rise one more time this morning, soon she was pushing me back on the bed climbing on top, riding me with all the passion we both feel for each other. We must of made love for a good 20 minutes and just as I was getting ready to cum the. I waxed eloquent about the exploits of my little band of beardless boys, winning ballgames like they were the Bronx Bombers -- only skinnier.I had to be careful, though. Just one front office decision in Baltimore to promote one of these kids before the Appalachian League season ended, and our chances of winning the pennant could go into the toilet. The best of these players would move to other clubs -- the faster "A" league clubs or even up to Bowie in Double-A -- early in September after the. Riley opened two beers and handed one to me. “Have you talked to Brady today?” she asked. “Yeah, I ran into him on the way over here. Why?” I asked. “Did he say anything about Jenn?” I glanced toward the bathroom and lowered my voice. “He said she was cold, and he thought maybe she is a lesbian,” I tried to convey what he said in a less offensive manner. Riley shook her head, “What a little dick!” “What?” I asked in surprise. I’d never heard Riley say anything in anger. “After breakfast last.