She just chuckled and undid my shorts. We continued to make out and disrobe each other until we were both butt naked and sweaty with heat and lust.“... love sweaty sex” she gasped as she bent over and began giving me head. Her technique was perfect and well practiced. When she finally came back up for air she licked my chest then turned and laid back in the boat throwing her legs over my shoulders and I began eating that sweaty slit as she humped my face washing it with sweat and come. I grabbed. She was spinning into the sensation, falling into his rum-soaked breath and his masculine heat, letting it take her away from her sheltered, ladylike identity and towards womanhood. But then she squawked as he nipped hard at her lower lip, pulling back indignantly. ‘Nice try, Kitty,’ he murmured, eyebrows raised. ‘You have the makings of a first-class doxy. I think I might have to spank you just a little harder for that.’ Kitty screamed in frustration, beating her little fists against the. You’re beautiful. It's just I'm surprised that you got all dolled up just to meet me here." "Well", she explained, "after our last episode across at the truck stop when that rent-a-cop accused me of being a lot lizard, I just couldn't get the thought out of my head. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I got. I’ve thought about it so much now it's become a fantasy I want to fulfill. I want to be your lot lizard for the night." If I was stunned before, I was dumbfounded now. I had. " It's not just the drop-by interview, though," Alex said. "How would you like to sit down, after, and watch a videotape of the game, right there at the ballpark?" I don't understand. You mean -- the same game?" Here's the thing, Paul. You know I'm wanting to do play-by-play broadcasts, in the future, and not just color, like now. I told you that already -- right?" Yeah." Well, I need to make a first-class demo tape. A tape of me, doing the play-by-play. Something my agent can send to the clubs.