Maria was a baseball brat. She knew what the minimum salary for major league ballplayers 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 families, and attendance was by no means mandatory. However, despite. ” I was fine with that and agreed to her and was not looking forward to drink from those milky white milk pots. After a nice dinner and some tv watching we were ready to go to bed, i was waiting eagerly for aunty to call me in. After a few mins aunty called out my name and told me to come in her bedroom and said “today we will sleep together as promised.” Hearing this and imagining how the experience will be, my face glew up and i got an erection which was clearly visible as i was just wearing. I wasn’t so excited about the idea of letting go of that and moving on to the next stage. Strangely, I felt resentful of the little soul in side of me. I didn’t want it to disrupt my precious life. I talked with Peter about my fears. He laughed them off, telling me that my hormones will play all kinds of tricks on me over the next few months. This wasn’t like Peter at all and I wondered if my hormones would be playing tricks with him as well. Hurt at first at the fact that he couldn’t share my. She was wearing her lacy panties. I slipped my hand into it feeling on her fresh pussy. It was tight. I could tell she hadn’t had sex for quite some time. I laid her down on the bed as we made out. Her body was so soft. We slipped under her covers as we made out passionately like lovers who hadn’t seen each other in years. She was experienced in her kissing. She turned me over and kissed me lying on my body. Her kisses lowered slowly. I leaned my head back as she engulfed my cock into her.