”“There’s a real difference, Marty. There’s a lotta awfully good arms up here. And they’re smarter, too. More experienced, stronger, and wic...ed smart. They can make even the best hitter look like a monkey sometimes.”“I’ll stay awake, Paul. I’ll keep within myself. Wait for my pitch.”“I know you will, Marty. I’ve read all the reports. You’ve been hitting over .330 for the entire season. Good power. You can help us. I’m sure of it.”“I’ll sure try, sir.”“It’s Paul. You know any of the guys?”“I met. I started licking her ring, then pushed my tongue inside a little bit. This caused Jess’s moans to get more intense. At one point I tried to lock my lips around her asshole to try and suck her ass, but I couldn’t get in the right position to do it, so I went back to licking and tongue-fucking her ass. Eventually, I started to lick my way up towards her cunt and pushed two fingers in her ass. As I got to her cunt, I noticed that she was very wet, even more than usual. I decided to take advantage. Nothing came to mind. She continued to weep. Her grief lasted longer than the horror of what she had supposedly done. She tried to find solace by searching Sonia's handbag that lay at the foot of the bed. The contents spilled onto the floor and she rummaged through them, searching for something, she knew not what. There were only the usual articles a woman carries with her. 'So few possessions with which to die,' she thought, breaking down again. She picked up the clutch purse to put everything. ..Or that was the way it should have gone. For a brief moment, Isuppose those female hormones got to us, and made us look at the worldin real rosy tinted ways. Greer and I were lovers... in a sense. Whyshouldn't it still work out? Yes that was how it was. But even as westarted out, we had problems. It must have felt sweet holding a child,in a woman's form...I know it felt wild sitting in the back of thecycle. Hugging my dyke lover... the wind in my hair, my clit vibratingwith the engine....