" Yeah, I don't know how you manage to get by," she said, smiling. Maria was a baseball brat. She knew what the minimum salary for major league ballpl...yers was.There was an awkward silence while Maria and I both tried to think of what we ought to say next. Finally, she spoke first. "You coming to the team picnic?" she asked.Paul and Orlie Warren had sponsored, annually since Paul had been the manager, an evening picnic at their home near Bowie. The party was for players and coaches and their. Her body tensed up and she gripped him to her, as if trying to pull his whole body right inside of her. He could feel her pussy spasming, and that set him off too. He let out a loud groan as the pleasure spiked and he erupted inside of her.As soon as their mutual orgasm subsided, he rolled over off of her. She snuggled up next to him and lay her head on his chest, smiling."That was wonderful, Greg," she said. "I mean, Dad. I think that's one of the most fulfilling orgasms I've ever had." I'm. “You dirty little tart.” Derek grinned as he hobbled to the chair for a well earned rest. “I’ll be wanting a lot more of that.” He told me as I smiled at the thought, then turned to see Gary still wanking his lovely cock. I licked the last of the cum off my lips before asking Gary ‘if he was nearly ready’. He nodded his agreement, so I clambered back onto my feet and pushed him onto his back before rolling on top to finish our 69. My mouth engulfed his teenage cock as he washed his. Having sex. Oh, god, what a sicko I am. It was a guilty pleasure that I kept in my mind. Hey, it's just a crazy fantasy, right? I would imagine Chelsea, with her tiny A cup titties on her small boyish frame lying naked by Abby's long and leggy body with her and fuller breasts. In my fantasies they licked each others pussies and made each other cum again and again. I was dreaming about my own daughter having lesbian sex with her best friend. I must truly be a pervert. I used this image many.