As she was still looking enquiringly at me, my face turned a shade redder than the wine induced glow. I didn’t know what to say anymore and I just b...nt down to kiss her. There was a look of surprise in her emerald tinted eyes. ‘What was that for?’ She asked and for a fraction of a second I felt like an idiot. I had never kissed a girl before and didn’t know if I could do it without asking. But then just as suddenly, she smiled coyly, put her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a. One then the other, she sucked as they swelled. I held her head to me."I fear I shall swoon. Might we sit?"She rose and caressed my face. "Yes dear, let's go to my bed."I joined her in her bed.The sun had long set when we finished making love. From the window behind me, the cold drifted in. I felt the chill touch my bare flesh, but it couldn't penetrate me. It touched my skin, but went no further. She touched my skin also, and I burned.I heard her voice in the dim light. "I love when it gets. But it's gotta be rare. And if it -- got awkward, maybe it's true that Paul wouldn't demote me, just for spite. But the club -- people above your Dad, even -- would likely consider just trading me somewhere. They could unload me for no better reason than to promote harmony -- reduce tension on the club." I'd hate that," she said."It could end my career," I said. "Your Dad has his own way of managing pitchers, and the way he does it, I fit in. A lot of managers would do it differently. I might. She yanked down my boxers and immediately began to lick my heavy balls. I was in heaven, as she sucked in one ball at a time, then began to slide her tongue up my shaft towards the head. When she got to the head, she licked just the tip, over and over, driving me crazy. I could smell her sopping cunt and that was driving me crazy too. Mom must have felt I was getting close so she stopped and lay back on her bed, legs spread. She didn't have to speak, I knew what she wanted. I knew what I.