We had kind of handled the Sox in the first half, both at home and away, but that caught up with us during this series and they left Baltimore having ...wept us in our own park. Not good. As always, there had been almost as many Red Sox fans in the stands as there were Baltimore faithful, so it was hard to tell, from the crowd noise, who had won.But it hadn't been us. This time Paul Warren wasn't so unhappy with his pitching staff. We had given up only nine runs in the three games.But our offense. He just sat there, waiting as she reached down and lifted her soft ‘wear around the house’ t-shirt up over her stomach, pausing to look at him, and taking it all the way off when he didn’t say anything. It was thrilling as usual, and she could feel her nipples getting hard now that he could see more of her.Again, he wrote slowly, pulling on her hip a little to get her to scoot forward, writing the word Beautiful just above the line of her panty.“Yes. Yes, you are. Talia hope you know that” he. He gagged and swallowed over and over. Finally the hard cock stopped erupting. He wondered if his torment was over. Would Mark set him free? Or would Mark call the police? Mark’s huge prick was still rock hard so Tommy wasn’t sure of what to do. After waiting a moment or two, he decided to pull his mouth off of the thick erection. He rubbed his aching jaws as his mouth was finally free of the cock that had overfilled it. “You’re gonna need more practice but one day you’ll make a decent. I felt as if I was on fire, the pleasure sensations built inside me. Then the cock was ripped from me. It hurt. I was pulled up, as the guy sat on the sofa, then I was pulled back down, down onto his waiting cock. I sank onto it, taking it all. Now it was my turn to fuck him. Up and down, taking it almost all the way out, before sliding down the long shaft. I opened my eyes, and looked to the side of me, where Marta fucked. Her skin shone with sweat. I saw beyond her, others fucking. I saw too.