(dumb question) That’s when the conversation changed. She said she hoped I did not think badly of her, but she really loves sex. I did not know what...to say, other than I can understand and who doesn’t like it. She asked that I don’t think of her as a slut, but she loves sex, and any guy she gets with wants a long term relationship, which pisses her off. I said I could relate to that! Then she asked me if I was having sex, seeing her mother is constantly calling me and wanting to get together. She wasn't.The next night, she was still missing from her box seat near third base, and I was getting concerned. I called her after the game, and got her answering machine. She couldn't come to the phone right now, her recorded voice told me, in the classic ambiguous fashion that's supposed to convince burglars that you're really not away -- you're just too busy to answer the phone.So I headed home, hoping to find her there, but when I saw that my house was dark, I turned back toward town and. He knew I had accepted my fate, and began plowing me harder. His right hand stroked me in time with his pounding of my ass. I shot off, yet still pushed back for more. His thrusts became harder and faster, and I felt his cock swell and pulse inside me.He withdrew, and I turned to face him. It was just a young man. Well, not a man but it was almost a boy. I mean… hell, I don't know what it was. It had the form of a boy. He knelt down in front of me and took my still hard dick into his mouth.. “Oh, I love the Beatles” Elizabeth said standing up singing and shaking. David has the biggest Beatle collection there is. He invited Liz to see the collection in the other room which left Ted and me sitting there alone. I can hear the music level blast through the house as the party kicked up to another level.Ted just stared at me and asked if we should keep playing and I said “why not” raising my glass. I was already buzzing and slurring my speech. Ted turned his card over and it said to lift.