"What?" "Well, I mean? She's tall for a chic, but she doesn't have half you looks. If I had a pregnant chic that was a real looker?" Doug trailed off....Chrissi shook her head. "No way! I am not giving up this figure for you or nobody. I bring in plenty of high-paying Johns on my own." The truck arrived and he opened the passenger side door for her. "You've got a face and a body, Chrissi," Doug analyzed. "You're only missing one thing." He shut the door, took the keys from the valet and gave him. She went to the basketball court once, but Jenny didn’t follow her. We already knew what we wanted from there. Jenny noticed that she went to Anton’s Café around noon every other day for lunch.I did not have any classes this afternoon, so Jenny and I went downtown and staked out the Café. A little before noon Mrs. Breckinridge entered the Café and took her usual seat in a booth near the window. We waited until the waitress delivered her lunch of a salad and tea before we walked into the Café.. She began kissing me passionately. She said, "I should not be the only naked person in the room." She then helped me remove my clothing. She had the softest and smoothest skin I had ever felt. It was a real pleasure to feel and to touch her. We sat down on the divan and continued our passionate kissing. We were both breathing hard. I started kissing her deliciously wonderful breasts which she seemed to really enjoy. I slowly worked my way down to her jet black pubic hair and beyond. Her pussy. With that swing that Ted had, he probably could have been a successful hitter, even if he had worn bifocals. Not me. I didn't have the sweet swing -- just good hand-eye coordination and exceptional vision. I figured I'd need both to succeed.I also worried about getting hit again. If a ballplayer gets hit in the face, and then tells you he's not gun-shy afterward, he's lying. It's hard to stand in there against major league pitching -- especially when those headhunters are pissed at you most of.
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