The seven-game home stand with the Yankees and Indians was an artistic triumph, both for the Orioles and for me. No hitting streak to speak of -- I to...k a collar in the first game against Cleveland -- but I had hit well throughout both series.My average kept climbing. It was July now. Time for batting averages to start wearing down.Nope. I was hitting .419 when we left town for New York. We'd be there for Independence Day and July 5, and then would go back to play four against Boston at home. To me, and only me it seemed, the act of masturbating in front of each other was wonderful, one that could have led to a deeper bond, but any further than that could have thrown us into some sort of depraved relationship less about mother and son and all about sex. That was not something I wanted, not at all. I made two stops within five minutes of each other, the first was to the local neighborhood liquor store and picked up a fifteen pack of beer, I wanted to drink myself unconscious. I. “„Ok, das wird bestimmt klappen, wann treffen wir uns am besten und wo?“ . . . “ Ich ruf dich am besten sicherheitshalber noch vom Handy an, wenn was nicht klappt, aber um 10 Uhr an den Landungsbrücken? – Brücke 3, die Linie 62!“„Dass kriegen wir hin“ schreibt Vera zurück„Küsschen ihr Süßen, ich muss leider gleich weg, immerhin habe ich noch einen Haushalt und einen hungrigen Sohn“ . . . Susanne haucht einen Handkuss über das Netz und das Fenster wir geschlossen.– Machen wir weiter? Petra setzt. The cheering was now very noticeable, and I could see cars slowing down on the street as drivers got curious and wanted to see what was going on.I pushed two fingers the furthest I could up her pussy and slowly extracted them only to bring them up to our locked lips. As if on cue, our lips parted just enough for me to slip my fingers in to hungrily devour the juices.As we licked my fingers clean, my right hand was slowly covering her breasts one by one by pulling the folds of her halter top.