"Ambrose laughed. "Bet you got a medal from the pitching fraternity." I remember Magruder too," I said. "A fine pinch-hitter some time back, reminded ...e of Dusty Rhodes. How's that for a memory stretcher?" Lives on the Eastern Shore now, Magruder does. I'll see if he's interested. And there is a young man at Stanford, an assistant out there who is doing some exciting things with TV tape and computers, very analytical. Modeling he calls it." He took a small PDA from his inside pocket and made a. Suddenly he stopped, and took a large drink from the soda she’d bought. ‘Thirsty, honey?’ She saw a wicked smile in the dark and he moved back to where he was. An arctic blast hit her tender skin: he’d sucked an ice cube into his mouth and was using it to make her even harder. She gasped out loud, then put her fist in her mouth so she wouldn’t cry out and alert a projectionist. For a moment she wondered what the college students on their summer jobs would think, looking out to see them making. After a little fingering and jerking off she stopped and sat up on her knees and kissed me a few times and told me to just lie there, she’d do the work she then sat over me cowgirl style with her pussy just out of reach of my cock and takes it and rubs it against it a few times before slowly inserting it, she moans softly and so do I, as it was the best thing I’d felt in my life so far, she slowly fucked me and bends down and starts kissing as she continues, the kissing only happens for a bit. “Oh fuck yes, harder, deeper, lick my clit, suck it.”I pushed myself against the mouth between my thighs trying to get maximum penetration from the stiff tongue.The head lifted from between my thighs and I saw Georgia’s face in the half light. “Is that good Jay?” she asked. I woke up and felt so horny. I saw you lying there with your hand between your legs touching yourself and I just couldn’t resist it.”I looked down at her face, her lips and chin glistening in the light, covered with my.