I was put in on the roster as shortstop again much to the angst of Nobel, he was still telling everyone he would be better there than as first baseman... but the rest of the team were getting bored of his boasting, he hadn’t been even that good in that position making a few mistakes in the first game, which luckily hadn’t cost us runs, his batting had been poor, he was in the order at seven, which also didn’t please him at all.I wasn’t sure if it was him trying too hard, or if he actually wasn’t. The first time she transformed into the demanding woman suddenly in charge shocked me, especially since we had spent so long petting fully clothed with each erogenous touch a sort of victory. I seemed to be slowly breaking down her defenses. Suddenly she threw off her clothes and ripped off mine and pulled me between her thighs. Insisting she harbored no diseases, having not fucked anybody in years, her husband turning out to be homosexual marrying her for her money, fucking her long enough to. She was almost as drunk as I was. Her long hair shone bright cyan in a dimly lit hallway of the party. She was the slutty type of sorority chick that only wore outfits that revealed everything and was constantly DTF. I could tell she was wet as soon as I grabbed her thick ass and felt her cream drip down down her bare legs. Her lips said she wanted it and I did too. I didn't know her name, but I didn't need to know when I filled her cunt full of my seed. I fucked her so hard, her tits could. Josh spared me further shame by pointing to play room, I walked back briskly. The television was on as usual, the usual fare. I tried desperately to keep from getting aroused, but it was hopeless. As usual Josh arrived about 10 minutes later and my four an a quarter inches were well north of horizontal with a small drip of precum formed on the tip. Josh pointed to the floor at his feet, and settled in to watch. I knelt and waited, transfixed by his straining crotch as the denim struggled to.