The Braves were our principal competition for the Division title and, whoosh! Our lead was gone and we found ourselves in second place.My e-mails to t...e Orioles were not quite as chirpy as they'd been there, for awhile. The Baby Birds had busted a wing, and I was going down with them!Sure enough, with only eight games left in the season, we managed to lose five and finished second in the Division -- out of the playoffs. The Bluefield fans were crushed, my kids were disappointed, and the Orioles. He was the leader of the gang and he called him self Murphy. I showed up dressed like a regular boy. I met with the other guys, shook hands and introduced myself. They were teasing me at first when talking. They were saying I’m going to go black forever. They called me bitch boy jokingly. They were taunting me and told me that I’m going to be their prison bitch for the night. But Murphy didn’t tell them I was going to be fucked as a cross dresser and I had specially requested to be fucked like. I hadn't had a blow job in 15 years and forgot how good it felt. She stopped and crawled up and had this look in her eye. " I want to fuck up now" she said. I told her that I had never done that and that we had to go easy. She bought more than the strap on, she also had lube and condoms. She shoved a pillow under my lower back and another one under my ass. She took out the lube and started rubbing it into my ass. She was pushing a finger in and kept adding lube. She told me that she had been. Mr. Wiggly was on a pussy hunt and was going for - hell, I was past third base and racing for home!Linda parted her legs for me, put one up on the back of the front seat and the other on the floor. She was wide open and begging for my cock!I fumbled around the unfamiliar territory for a while, trying to figure out where I should put my hardon. Hey, youngsters, remember this was in the days before Internet porn gave you guided lessons to female anatomy and "how-to" help! All I knew was that.