Me: Kyu?Maya: Bas yun hi.Me: To kisko karne dogi?She blushed and said: Pata nahi.Me: Waise raat ko agar main koshish karta to shayad mujhe bhi kuch mi... jata.Maya: Shut up. aap bhi na.Me: Sahi to keh raha hu. Tum kam thodi ho Bhawna se.Maya: Achha ji. Aisa kya hai mujh main?I went near her and said: Tum mein jo hai woh kisi aur ladki main maine nahi dekha na.Maya: Rehne do jada baatein mat banao. Hone vali saali hu apki. Jada flirt mat karo.Me: Agar saali se bhi flirt nahi kiya to kisse karunga.. His arm was probably weary, and his fastball, usually in the mid-90s, was almost as much of a floater that day as mine was, on my good days.But our offense was on the job, and we stumbled through the first six innings with both teams scoring almost at will. The game was already three hours old and Toronto was leading, 9-7 when Paul finally took the ball out of Shiggie's hand with two out in the sixth.Our relievers were also a little worn from overuse, so I wasn't too shocked when Paul called on. Good job it wasn't too hot at that point. What a dickhead. "I don't mind sitting here" I continued, "it's okay."She shifted again in her seat, exposing more of those wonderful thighs to me. I looked up at her and saw her smile. "Do I compare to her?" she asked me. "What? Er, w-who?" I stammered. "The woman you were telling me about" she purred. "Do I look like her?" Ah, I, yeah, you do a bit" I managed. What the fuck. Mrs. Boring had suddenly changed. Like a fucking superhero or. Everything is better than hers.” his hands on my hips as I gave him a lap dance. I leaned back and slid one of his hands up to my tits and the other between my thighs.“MMMM feel how wet I am? You like that slippery little pussy?” he muttered something and increased his grip on my tits while at the same time searched for the opening to my hole. His cock was throbbing against the crack of my ass, his pre-cum warm and wet against my skin. I was literally stroking his cock with my ass.“Oh fuck! If.