It had been coast-to-coast post-season travel requirements that he had blamed, in large part, for the Orioles' World Series loss to the Cardinals. The...way Paul saw it, the American League Championship Series, played that year against the Angels, had worn his club out. (That had been, so far, the only World Series in Paul Warren's history, either as manager or player.)Now Paul worried about being caught up in another orgy of coast-to-coast October plane rides, in order to compete with the. Ferguson is an unbelievably tender and gentle lover for a big man and he was content to go slow and tease me with his tender caresses and gentle finger fucking in my pussy. But after a few minutes I couldn’t wait any longer and rolled over on top of him and positioned my dripping pussy over his huge erect cock. As all the other guys watched I slowly lowered my pussy onto his cock and felt his cock begin to enter my hot cunt. I usually need to be fucked by someone else before I can handle. Then, not sure how, I found my lips around the head. Tim gasped and shoved his hips upwards pushing more of his cock into my mouth. The feel of it on my tongue was so intoxicating I went down more before pulling back up. Tim was saying how it felt so much better. Sandy tensed, his tone suggested that she was once more about to hear one of the Tales he keeps hidden behind his strange façade. ‘That was before Katrina. See… I headed into the Superdome to take a piss. Dangerous, but I really had to go. Anyhow… I passed by a… child.’ His body vibrated slightly. Sandy looked at his profile as he continued. ‘I don’t know if it was a boy or a girl. Dark hair. Couldn’t be any more than… five months? Maybe? Just laying there… on that filth-covered floor. I looked.