But at the moment, I was more interested in what Jean’s hand was doing, sliding up my thigh and then unhesitatingly slipping down to find my cock an... balls. I assumed that Rick was paying proper attention to Mary and hoped that Pat and Trish would understand. As I leaned towards Jean, reaching across to find her head, Pat’s hand disappeared, letting me hope I was right. Jean’s face was closer than I expected, and when she felt my hand, she dropped back, drawing me down on the mattress with her. I began to move my hips wishing he would slip his manhood into me then I felt the sting of his hand as he smacked my ass. "Not until I say." He said reminding me. Then I felt the pressure of his large cock parting my lips slowly working its way into my neglected pussy. He was giving me slow shallow thrust only giving me a few inches of himself. I started to moan but I needed more just then he slammed into me causing me to gasp as the remaining six thick inches stretched me out. Without any. We talked a bit more and drank the last coffee. Then he asked me if he might fuck me in the ass.I sure was not ready for his big fat cock in my ass so I said: "That will have to wait until you come visiting us Kim then you can fuck me just as you pleases. But that's another story.We put on our clothes and walked to the car, he drove me home to my waiting husband and left me in the side of the road 400 yards from home.When I got home it was real late, I told my husband what has happened, and. "This will be a blast -- Orlie and her daughter are huge fans. And if anybody on the current club ever played in Bluefield, they'll know about it." There's also a note in there from me," Mike said, "directed to the door guard at the Orioles' box. If you decide to come by there tonight, it'll get all three of you inside. You should do it -- the ham and cheese sandwiches in there are magnificent!" I appreciate the VIP treatment," I said. "Not bad for a .240 hitter." Hey," Jim Beattie said. "Mike.