I felt my belly tighten, that familiar tingling in my legs, I focussed my mind on his plunging fingers and his tongue flicking firmly over and over my...clit. I held my breath as my climax came, coursing through me, my little love hole muscles grabbing and drawing at his fingers. I lay there gasping for air, my body twitching from his onslaught, his face continued to be buried between my legs but he was gently licking my juices, any more pressure and I would have screamed my head off! I continued. Standing there naked in the middle of the afternoon, in this run down motel in a bad part of town as she gave me one of the greatest blowjobs of my life was incredibly exciting. There was no way I was going to last much longer. As she continued her tight lip grip on my old cock, up and down my shaft, the excitement had built rapidly, there was no way I could hold out, I was going to cum. I let her know and she moaned while never loosening her oral grip on my cock. She reached up and caressed. I turned to Carla, and said, ‘So, whadda you think?’ ‘We are going to win,’ she said, with more confidence than seemed reasonably. ‘You seem pretty sure for a Met fan’ I replied. ‘We never lose when I wear my lucky panties,’ she whispered. Despite the heat, that sent a chill up my spine. I’m not sure that I had ever heard anything sexier, so I looked at the field and tried to regain my composure. I guess that my silence was interpreted as a question, because right after Jones took ball 2, Carla. I was a bit nervous but her gentle voice and touch reassured me.She started to ask me questions about my limited sex life and I am sure that I blushed many shades of red. She asked if I had ever seen or tasted a pussy. When I replied that I had not she followed by asking if I wanted to taste one but could not look at who I was eating. I assumed it was her of Barbara that would be testing my tongue work and was thrilled by the chance. So it began...almost immediately a woman came to where I was.