.. Mix your own metaphor.But I couldn't help believing that a little something extra had happened -- something that went a little beyond just my getti...g laid.Emmy. Emmy was extra.No illusions on my part. Even Emmy wasn't going to make me hit .750, or even half of that. What is half of .750, anyway?... Let's see -- half of .700 would be .350. So then -- .375. No, no, I wasn't going to hit .375; or .350, either. Not even if Emmy Shreve was right there in the dugout, boffing me between plate. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that my girlfriend also had a cock in her mouth. Next the vibrator let up for a second and I breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn't see what was going on down there but I felt a tongue licking my already very wet, tingling pussy! My nipples were being bitten and sucked very hard and every once in a while someone would slap my titties! The tongue in my pussy was soon joined by a couple of fingers and they were sliding in and out very hard and fast as the tongue. To which I boldly replied I wanted a girl like you.She didn’t say anything to this but she understands my intension, though.Then she made herself busy in preparing tea.When tea was ready she was trying to reach to take out cups from the top shelf Then I caught her really tight and started to smooch. She was resisting for few minutes and try to push me but my grip was too tight for her. Then after few minutes she started moaning.Then I hold her nipple above her thin top and started pressing. In fact, she was not that much older than the daughter and the father had mistaken her rump for his daughter's on a dark night. Not that he was taking advantage of the young girl, just being familiar in the closeness of a darkened room. She knew he had a bit of a fixation on the daughter and it didn't bother her at all to call him "Daddy" when the lights were out. At this point, Bonnie knew that the two personas had merged into one and in many respects the resulting personality was superior to.