Phle tow mane mana keya par jab mare nazar fir se Riya ke boobs par gaye tow me aapne aap ko rok nahe paya Mohan ko uski madat karne ke leyea haa khe ...eya or fir Mohan aapne dono hatow se sneha ke boobs dabne laga or me jeans ke zip kholne laga or thode dare me he mane uski jeans khol de or uski bandhe hue pare bhe Khol deyea or uski dono tango ko faila kar uski chut par aapna hat rakh kar masal ne laga or fir dhere dhere Riya ka virodh kam hone laga use bhe shyad maza aane laga tab mane ne. They would just go home -- to their hometowns all over America, Mexico and the Caribbean -- and wait for further word about where to report next year. I knew how they felt. And I knew that several of them would just get a letter saying that they had been released.For some of these boys, Bluefield would be the beginning, and the end, of their careers as professional ball players.All their War Stories about Life as a Pro would have to come from those few wispy summer memories of dusty ballparks. Not that everything is always perfect. Wilkerson only promised ninety-five percent compatibility. We’ve had some arguments, real ripsnorters, and man, you just want to head for the hills when she gets going! But all in all, things have been pretty good.Like she had told me, sex with her was a two-way street. She happily obliged any of my urges, but expected me to comply with hers. When she wanted to fuck, it was best if I agreed! She liked porno films, and I learned to expect her renting one. I've never seen so many buses."We were soon home, though it was only a walkup third floor garret. I didn't care a bit, because by that time Ron had told me excitedly that, yes, he would be home almost every night.We only stayed in that first apartment a month, then found a much nicer place. It wasn't the place that really mattered, though. It was that Ron and I were together. We did everything together. Every day he was free was a new exploration, and every night was a honeymoon.Amazingly, when.