Recovering quickly, I ranto her and swept her tiny figure into my lonely arms.The attempt to carry her home in my arms failedmiserably within the firs... few slippery steps.Undaunted, she grabbed my hand and we raced through thepark and onto the patio. Between tortured breaths wekissed for an eternity, melting our fears with the warmpassion we shared. I pulled her through the front door and into theshower. As I detached the house key for her to use, shefumbled through her pocket and thrust a. Hey, listen, that autographed ball Nolan got from Jon Lester? ... Pretty nice, huh?" You'd have thought it was the Holy Grail," she said."Yeah, Lester upstaged us pretty good on that one," I agreed. "Listen, I got all our guys to sign a baseball for Nolan too. I'd planned to give it to him right after the game. You suppose I could come by sometime, drop it off at the house?" That would be wonderful," she said. "It would give all of us a chance to thank you for a great evening ... Why don't you. Bending down, he splashed water on his face until he and his scraggly beard felt something akin to clean. He fished out the towel and dried off before returning to the bench. Kenny sat down to a steaming plate of roast beef, corn, green beans, mashed potatoes, gravy and half a loaf of homemade bread. It may have been leftovers but it was a feast fit for a king, in Kenny’s opinion. He leaned over the table and began to shovel it in, completely devoid of anything approaching manners. ‘Whoa! Slow. Betty Jo kept thanking me for fucking her. During her orgasms she shouted out, “Oh God! Rape me, fuck my tiny cunt with your big cock, make me your little whore!” Betty Jo apparently had learned a few new words during her rape. Finally I filled my daughter with her daddy’s cum. All I could think of was how glad I was that she was on birth control pills.As I lay there next to her Betty Jo talked more about the rape. The boys had made her use every dirty word that she had ever heard. She said.