Not good. Of course, we had stunk up Camden Yards pretty regularly lately, so maybe some foreign air would do us good.We had four more in Tampa Bay, t...en back home to Baltimore briefly to entertain Toronto for four games, and then on the road again, winding up the season in New York and Boston -- three games each.Tampa Bay, perhaps dispirited by their collapse in the second half, laid down and died for us, four straight. Meanwhile, Toronto lost three of four in Yankee Stadium, so our four wins. They were interested in exploring their sexuality in a way that made them feel free, but insecure in their hearts.Are they hinting at cheating? Are they going to be the same? Is it going to be real or just another of their fantasies? It is really in their thoughts, but when it comes to doing it, both are a bit skeptical. You know, the natural human reaction that occurs when you try to wade through the unknown. Believe it or not, they both wanted it.They wanted a release from their mundane way. She felt lost, abandoned.At home, in Cornwall, out of necessity, many young men and women went into service for a year at a time; she had several relatives who had done that, but here she was little different from the black house slaves or even the rural field hands and so was Matthew. She tried to picture his rough-hewn, freshly-shaved face and failed, able to recall only the breadth of his chest and the stubble on his hard chin. She crawled under her thin quilt and held the cool buttons. ” I said as I leaned over to kiss her. Her lips were soft as silk and I stuck my tongue in her mouth. We made out for a while then I focused my attention somewhere else. I kissed her neck, and chest, and made my way down past her stomach. When I finally reached her pussy I tried licking it like I had seen on the computer. When I did she squeaked. “Are you ok?” I asked worriedly. “Yes that felt really good. Do it again!” She replied, excited.I was so preoccupied by Chloe’s pussy that I didn’t.