Lu had her way, Brock would never leave his house except to go to games.He didn't want to miss the chance to interact with a few of the team's fans at...an autograph signing that had been scheduled since he first arrived in Los Angeles. The Sports Emporium was the very first place to contract the team about having their little-known shortstop pay a visit to their store. Brock had agreed and he didn't want to break his word.In fact, he found himself having fun.Unlike some players, Brock did not. I promised her it wouldn’t be a problem again, that I wouldn’t go for a bit and just stay at home.At work, I went into phase 2. I called Teresa from my cell phone - harder to tie to any place of business and home - and told her I was going out of town next week. We would meet up for a bit on Saturday before I left if that was all right.It was very all right with her. She was almost gushing with virgin’s adoration, that sentiment a woman gets to her first man. Maybe it’s a crock, but it seems. There were bumps, lemons, immature breasts and few melons, bouncers or well-formed bosoms but how nice and sexy they were because of their youthful appearance and virginity. My eye caught sight of one of the busty girl. She was a full-bosomed schoolgirl with thrusting, chubby and round-shaped melons. The sight of her small tits gradually turned me on. My cock grew so hard that it stood in massive erection in my trousers. I thought that my scrotum was also starting to shrink and tighten up. My. George wrestled her up off his cock … just in time … and went to work, diving his mouth in between those round, smooth thighs to take a big, big juicy mouthful of curly, soft, warm, wet woman. He began gently, teasingly, just touching the labia and her rigid button-like clitoris with little light licks. She smelled like a warm honey drenched lamb chop served on a summer terrace in the Aegean Sea. Koko was murmuring something entirely unintelligible.Then George started to dig in, started to eat.