ArthurOkay, I had decided to buy some clothes. So I jumped in my car drove to the mall, parked, took the elevator up the level where the stores began,...stepped out of the elevator and froze. Solid. Like a statue.What the hell and I doing, I asked myself. I was standing in a shopping mall with a flush credit card burning a hole in my pocket and visions that ranged from Madonna to Buffy the Vampire Slayer dancing in my head (my face on all of them of course) but no idea what to do next. I suppose. “What I’m trying to show you is a way to expand the zone where you can swing naturally. You’re a coordinated kid. I wouldn’t try this with all my players, because I first want them to find their swing. This adds some complexity to your hitting approach in that your body isn’t just striding and hitting. There may be some movement up or down to get the bat head where you need it.“Look, I have no worries that you can hit almost any pitch. Your eye-hand coordination is exceptional. You know as well. After a couple minutes he said he was going to come. When I didn't remove my mouth he started to come in my mouth. His cum was very thin and salty. I almost gagged at the taste of it. As soon as his cock started to soften he pulled out and said "thanks honey." I heard his zipper being pulled up and he laughed as he returned to the table. "Damn, Harry. Your wife's girlfriend has a hell of a nice mouth. She sucks almost as good as Sue. Do you think she'll be willing to fuck too?" "I don't think. His grandfather had already left us to join his sweet Mary on the other side earlier in the year. Jake had cried in my arms all night. I held him close and whispered my love to him until he slept. After our wedding we had a big reception with lots of love and laughter. Many wonderful toasts to our happy future and many silly ones too. Jake and I dance together all night. Every dance but one. Mr O swirled me around the floor busting with pride for our Father/ Daughter dance. His whispered.