Life was good. We saw each other most every day. She even spent a night now and then at the condo. Her parents knew but never really pressed the issue...One day I got a call from Mark. He wanted to know if Susan and I wanted to go out for dinner and dancing the following Saturday. We decided to go and all the reservations were made. Susan really liked Mark. He was always a gentlemen around her even though we all kidded around a lot. Mark invited Alisha, his black girlfriend. She was totally. It used to happen quite often that while chatting her hand used to land on my thighs and my hand used to brush her boobs in a gesture to explain something. I used to feel horny and used to get an erection. On one faithful day, after playing in drawing room, didi went to room to change into night suit. After about 15 minutes I also got up and went to my room. The door was not properly shut so I went inside without knocking. Gosh! Didi was in the process of putting on her nighty. She was wearing. I then did the same to the other then one to her clitoris after pulling the hood away. She has a small one but that soon grew under the pump action. her murmers were getting louder and her face was contorting into strange shapes. I then got some small elastic bands out and placed one after twisting it several times over each cyclinder before slipping of the end to capture the flesh.A louder cry then from her lips but this was only the start.I then turned to her vaginal lips which are a tight. Our broadcasting department even prepared a full set of DVD's of the playoffs and World Series. There's a lot you can learn by reviewing things, after the fact, if you keep an open mind. Watching from afar, I realized I could have spun away from the baseball that hurt my ribs so badly the other night. That was worth remembering.I did discover that my on base percentage was one-thousand. One time at bat - one time on base. I had a perfect record. How many ball players can say that?All Sport Talk.