"Who else would catch your dying quails?" Baseball is baseball. Sex is sex," Frankie said. "Ah, no, you know I'm just kidding. And, no, Lily, this is ...our shower too. It's not your fault I don't have an outlet." Sure you do," Ed butt in. "It's called your right hand." Notice, if you will," Frankie answered, "how scrawny my right arm is. And how bulked up Ed's is. And you answer for yourself who's been giving that arm a workout. Hint: it ain't the pitcher in this scenario." Maybe if you worked. She shrugged her shoulders as she carried on wanking and sucking me. 'Do you want to swallow mine?' I dared to ask finally..... Carly stopped sucking and wanking, pulled her head up, looked my in the eye and said.. 'I want a mouthful of your love juice - just like I heard Mum telling her mate on the phone the other day...' I was a bit surprised - I didn't know my partner discussed our sex life with her girlfriends and I wanted to know more right now! 'Mum told Julia that you have a thick cock. I wasn’t sure if I had the right road, thought I would end up in some farm, with a bemused farmer asking what I was doing...”, we both smile at your response.”How did you find this place anyway, it’s not like it is a place you could find unless you knew about it?”“Well to be honest, I spent a bit of time looking for just the right place. I wanted somewhere relaxing, off the beaten track so not too busy, but still somewhere that was of a standard that was good enough sort of thing. And found. She’s not getting laid enough.’ I laughed at his comment and didn’t give it any thought. However I did recall Erica and remembered how much energy she had and we fucked all the time. Our group dissipated until it was just June and me. I told her that I needed to get going to catch the last bus home. At that moment she offered to drive me home if I would dance with her some more. We danced and drank for another hour before we left the club. We got to her car and she asked if I would drive. She.