It appeared that Jennifer had been on the phone with Melanie last night. Or maybe it was just based on the plot they had hatched.“NINE orgasms? 30 m...nutes of screwing?”It was clear that they had talked.“Yeah,” I admitted.She shook her head and said, “I’ve created a monster!” and we both laughed.“It was really that good?”“Yes, it was.”“Better than me?” she said petulantly.“different from you,” I said diplomatically.“Good answer, Steve. Good answer.”I was slowly getting the hang of things. Our. It started early with lotsof people and alcohol. Sandy was there flirting and have a pretty good time. I was on my way to thebathroom and as I passed my sons old room, the door opened and I was dragged into the room. Itwas Sandy. She knelt and undid my jeans, sucking my cock like she was starved. She got me goodand hard then pulled her dress up and begged me to fuck her. With people walking around right pastthe door, I was plowing her hot pussy. Man, what a wild woman!Shortly after, she came. In Spanish, he was precise; he sounded almost erudite, cultured. In English, he was a loose cannon.As in all things, I followed the lead of my catcher. We went together to tell Manuel Obregon that it was believed that the scout, Ricardo Colon, was in the stands for today's game.Manuel shook his head affirmatively but said nothing.I certainly didn't wish our number four starter, a lefthander named Paco Montoya, any ill fortune that day, but somebody must have put the hex on him, because he had. Paul spent a lot of time with his two friends. It seemed even when we went out his two friends would always catch up with us and hang out. This was fine with me as they were nice guys, fun, and good-looking also.As our sexual relationship evolved Paul began talking dirty to me during sex. He was pretty much fascinated with the thought of me having sex with other men. His fantasy slowly evolved to him wanting to watch me while I had sex with other men. I thought it was a bit weird at first put.