I might get confused and think I'm playing fucking Arizona again." I'm sorry," Meredith said, tears forming in her eyes."Why in hell would you say som...thing like that anyway?" Brock asked."I ... I guess I was showing off," she admitted. "We were talking about different aspects of the game. They complimented me on my knowledge not just about the game but about both teams." Are you the one who told them about how well I hit him in the minors?" Brock asked."Well, uh, yeah," Meredith confessed. "I. She looked at me with that a serene smile."Baby that was the most amazing thing I have ever felt & experienced, Fuck I love you & thankyou for being so amazing"She then half turned to Trev again "and thankyou hunny for being the most amazing lover a woman can ever have" I know how much it excited you because your still rock hard inside me." But your going to have to wait"With that she lifted herself off him with a loud plop, took my hand & led me to our bed. She unhooked her necklace & started. Her wedding band sparkled from her fingers as she slowly caress my cock with her hands. In was a huge turn-on seeing how she held the massive shaft with both hands and still length to spare. Carmen now surrendered to her desires. With her mouth wide open she took the head of my cock into her mouth, real slow as it seemed an impossible fit. The feel of her lips was even better than I remembered. Once the head of my cock had disappeared into her mouth, I could feel her lips instinctively closed. In my dream, Sicily was always covered in gold. Everything was gold: the golden Baroque cities glistening under the glowing sun of August, and far away, the gently rising mountains of Theocritus directing our gaze to Homer's wine-dark sea. Now when I look back at myself at the age of fifteen, I recall only two pieces of literature that lent my monotonous school life a subtle romantic air: A la recherche du temps perdu by Marcel Proust and the Eclogues by Virgil. For a short time I was so.