I mean, we've only been doing this three-round playoff thing for a few years now. Not too many teams have really had the chance."But, Gentlemen, that'... a whole lotta fucking baseball games! They're good -- no mistake!"Well, none of that was news to any of us, but he still had our attention."They've almost never lost three games in a row, during this entire season," Paul said. "Never, in the playoffs. Hell, they swept the Padres, and then beat Atlanta, 4-2. In the whole regular season -- 162. "See, it's not so bad having a tiny cock," I said breathlessly, "It gets hard and cums just like any other."Just to fuck with him, because we're brothers after all, albeit lovers now, I took Sis' panties and rubbed them in his face and stuffed them in his mouth. I wasn't gay, but I had this urge deep in my gut to make him cum, see his face, hear his moans, and feel his hot jizz spill out on my hand.It was too much for him, standing there getting jerked off by me, his own brother, his tiny cock. One thing was for sure, though: for one reason or the other, Anna suddenly had become increasingly aware again of the presence of the Harem Jewel. It had started to itch more firmly. Was this some sort of precognition?Meanwhile, Rashid had turned on the computer and, judging by the sounds behind her, he was making a printout. He never failed to surprise her... She wouldn't have associated his antiquated appearance with the capacity to use modern technology. Were they maybe all just dressed up. This left only my corset and panties on my body. We crossed the gap again and kissed. I felt his arms go around me and loosen the corset. He stepped back to take it off, redistributing my little bit of fat back to my stomach, rather than the breasts the corset help simulate. Both of us in the absolute littlest amount of clothes we could be, caused me to close the distance. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue kiss. We wrestled tongues for a few minutes, when I broke from him. I dropped to.