“But you have me for two months.”She sighed, “Well, Yankee, that will have to do. But I’m going to keep you VERY busy!”“I won’t complain... Peaches. Let’s go get your bags and I’ll take you home.”“I like the sound of that. I missed being in your bed.”“An hour from now, you can be there!”We walked to the baggage claim and waited about ten minutes for her bag. Just over an hour later, we walked into the apartment in Hyde Park. The apartment was dark when we walked in because Elyse had left on. And she proceeded to take it into her warm, inviting mouth. Another outdoor, cold-weather blow job.It was Brockington's booming voice that brought me back to reality. "O'Malley!" he yelled all the way from center field, on the other side of the hill. "Get your ass back out here!" Fuck!" I yelled as I pulled away from Diana, and yanked my pants back up. Fastening them in record time, I ran out into the clear just in time to see our pitcher, far off in the distance, in the middle of his windup.. We followed suit!It was here my adventure began! In amongst the crowd a black guy decided to push his way behind me (I always fantasied about black men). I couldn't see his face and didn't bother too much about it either... As the music got louder, the crowd got rowdy and the pushing got worse. Instinctively I pushed my ass out to keep my balance. This happened a few times and each time the guy’s cock behind me kept rubbing against my ass. I started getting very horny and I could feel my pussy. "Old Man Dooley," Kevin answered."Too bad, too bad," Schultz answered. "I put in a new sink for him and the Missus last year. What'd he die of?" Bum ticker, so they say," Kevin answered, "but I'd wager his liver looked more like a bowling ball than a liver." Speakin' of wagers," Schultz asked, "is it too late to get in a bet for Hialeah?" Should be able to," Kevin answered. "Hey—Cavannaugh—down here!" he yelled into the crowd. The resident bookie turned when he heard his name and Kevin pointed.