“Will you fuck me?” you say and my facial expression is one of confusion as I wonder how I’m suppose to fuck a cock that just won’t stay hard!...You notice my confusion and you put me right. “I mean fuck my arse,” you add and now I start to understand. I smile because I’m an obliging girl but alarm bells are ringing quietly in my head and the words “He’s gay” present themselves to me in my minds eye in big black bold cartoon letters. “Okay” I say and actually I quite like the idea because I’ve. Isabelle still didn't respond to the fact that I was staring at hernaked form in the mirror, however, my own body was. I was gettingturned on and hard at the sight, and when I turned away from the mirrorin embarrassment, it was then that I finally felt something fromIsabelle. Amusement. Then I felt something else, something completelyunexpected. My nipples suddenly felt hard, like tiny erections while mygroin felt warm and wet inside.I gasped in surprise, grabbing my nipples and then my. She once told me that if she has sex only once a day that she would be on a dry spell. Usually she had sex twice a day with two different guys. She would have a guy spend the night with her, fuck him that night and in the morning then have a different guy spend the night and repeat the process ever day of the week. But things changed when she met a guy named Rick. I moved on from the call center job that i worked at and moved on to greener pastures after a while. Of course i kept in contact. We had a lot of offense, and a lot of pitching changes, and the game did drag on. It was late when I finally met Alice at the appointed place, under the stands. "Sorry that took so long," I said. "I'm going to be getting you home awfully late." I enjoyed the game," she said. "That triple you hit was exciting! I didn't know you could run like that!" Like a scalded rabbit, you mean?" I said, grinning. "I love to run the bases! I don't want to just be a big slug who hits the long ball." Chicks dig.