As a regional representative for a major insurance company, Melinda's father was often out of town. But now she didn't find the idea of coming home to...a dark and empty house nearly as relishing.Melinda's reverence in thought was interrupted by the smell of smoke. It took her only a second to realize that the smell was not of wood or paper, but something sweeter. Eyes opening wide she realized the smell was tobacco. Turning she saw the tall man walking a distance behind her. She was positive. " He used to call the outside one," I said as pitching coach Marvin Marshall flipped pages in his loose-leaf book and spat carelessly into the wind."Still does. Just hit the glove." Johnson smacked the middle of his mitt with his huge fist."No fast ball strikes," I said. "Let's go up the ladder."Bigger nodded. This would be the first time he had caught what little I had left, but he knew my assortment of junk. "How come you don't warm up like most guys?"I smiled at him. "Figured out some time. Starting with the inside of her left foot, I slowly licked my way up her calf, the inside of the knee, the softer thigh, getting closer and closer to her precious juncture."Stop slave! Go back down and lick the other one!"Of course I obeyed willingly. My cock was in a rage in its cage, as I traced the identical path up the corresponding leg. Arriving at that critical juncture again, I felt the pull of my hair, forcing my face upward to meet hers. Her eyes were blazing. "Don't you dare lick my. “That actually makes sense in a weird sort of way,” Melissa said. “You can know for sure how you feel and about your relationship, but not about how she feels or her relationship. Is it really an issue, though? Are there that many women you know who are married or dating exclusively who you want to sleep with and who want to sleep with you?”I chuckled, “You have NO idea.”“Now I have to ask, just how often do these ‘dalliances’ occur?”“Recently? Not very often. Up to about eighteen months ago?.