I opened the sliding door to an empty living room and heard movement in the kitchen. My heart was pounding and my cock was already starting to reawake.... I tried to act calm strolling into the kitchen where I found Aunt April cutting some limes for drinks. She knew I was there, yet didn’t saying anything.I cleared my throat and tried to stick my chest out a bit. Still nothing. Fuck. My confidence was wavering as I rubbed the back of my neck deciding how to approach this.“Hey Aunt April, what. He could feel his cock stiffen. The car turned the corner slowly and Randy followed it as it turned inside the Rodeo (as it was usually known). Randy’s car was larger. He parked a few spots from the small red car. Randy opened the back door of his car and the man came out of his. There were about 10 cars on that level, and all were occupied although the lights were off. The man walked towards Randy’s car and got into the back seat. Randy joined him and closed the door.The men didn’t speak.. "Now, what about you - have you time for a quick fuck or should I suck you?" I haven't time for a fuck and I don't want you doing anything you don't really want to." I replied, "I'll be ok" Don't be silly," she said climbing down from the table and dropping to her knees in front of me. "Come here, you lovely man."Apparently my status had altered to manhood and I stood there proudly as she unbuckled my jeans, slid the fly open and pushed them, together with my jockeys, down to my knees. My penis. "It's when they get into other shit that it pisses me off. That whole thing in Washington, I don't think they asked me one question that pertained to baseball. It was all about that Congresswoman or the idiot getting drunk in the locker room. You know, I haven't had a hit in this series. I mean not a fucking one. No one had asked me about it." You haven't had a hit in the series?" Williams asked, turning to Brock."Not a one," Brock replied. "I haven't had a hit since Game 2 in St. Louis. I'm.