I should explain, I am sure you are wondering, why I was in that place” Cavendish was studying his companion, he was certainly over fifty, his hair ...as white and long; this confirmed his somewhat vague knowledge of accents which had concluded that the gentleman was a Southerner. He looked like an older Robert E Lee, thought Cavendish, who had only seen such pictures in the newspapers in England. Newspapers who had drawn on all their skill and artistry to produce a picture of Southern gentleman. I felt a mixture of jealousy and bitterness as I looked over thetrophies. Baseball used to be my thing. I'd started in little leagueand had played for several years. I'd been a decent player, though notgreat. Then after Shelly went through her twist, she became interestedin playing and joined the girls team. She practiced until she becamegood, even better than I was. Before long, people seemed to forgetthat I'd been playing baseball for years and started to think that I'donly begun. "Hanh ... ouch ... annh ... ouch ... hannhh ... AANNHHHH..." she panted as, possibly exacerbated by the sharp slaps on her silken buttocks, her loins were wracked by an orgasm. Her big ass wriggled excitedly and her cock-stretched vaginal mouth contracted spasmodically on the distending knob of his cock as she felt the hot thrills surging though her belly. And then her knees gave way and she fell to the floor in front of him."Roll over, Nancy! Lie on your back and spread your legs!" the big. " "Jocelyn did it! She got us on a tour! We're going to open for Stone Fortress when they come to the East Coast! And then she has us headlining some clubs! Oh, my God, I can't believe it!" "That's fantastic!" Brody stepped over and scooped her up in to a hug, swinging her in a tight circle. "You guys deserve it." "Thanks! Thanks! Oh God, I—I don't know what to do." Ryan looked up at him, dazed. Brody laughed. "Maybe you want to call Lara or something?" "Yeah, I will. I will. Jocelyn is calling.