" OK, baseball. I'm not much of a baseball fan, but I had a soft spot for the Tigers when we were in school. They could kick ass then, but they can't ...ind it with either hand now. How about you? Still do or die for the big old D?" No, I'm afraid I'm a turncoat, the worst kind." He smiled. "I'm a Yankees fan as much as I follow it, which isn't much. I will confess to being a little softheaded about the Cubs over the Mets over in the national league." Well, we share that much," she agreed. "I. We were both wet as hell from the whole idea, so it didn't take long for us to get going, or to finish. Not more than 5 minutes had gone by when we were climaxing. First me, then Mary Ann. Afterward we kept our legs locked, and we held hands. We were looking at each other and smiling, but of course that was out of the frame of the camera.We watched the video through to make sure everything was as it should be, and it was. After Mary Ann left I did some quick editing, and off our video went, on. Moments later, Amy appeared at the top of the stairs and stood there as if awaiting my inspection and approval. She was in her mid-twenties, a year older than Christine. She had a pleasant, almost but not quite innocent face, and looked spectacular. Her light brown hair was coiffed and glowed. Her eyes were made up abundantly, as was her mouth. The short skirt hugged her tightly as if painted on her frame. Her tits were bigger than Christine's and when she bent forward to shake my hand as I. With but a single reference to Sunday, "Don't you ever go near my ass again," Marci threw herself into the sex, swearing to give Lou the ride of his life. She fucked, she sucked, she licked, kissed, swallowed, rode him like a cowgirl all night long. It took all of her effort not to sit on his face and make him eat her. By Wednesday morning he was bow-legged. That night and the next were more of the same.Although she had hoped against hope, it didn't surprise her that Lou nevertheless decided to.