I couldn’t help myself. I knew you were much, much younger than I. I smiled at my reaction. I thought to myself that you’d make some fellow very h...ppy someday – and probably soon – you were so pretty and ripe for the picking. I shook my head and chuckled quietly at my own thoughts, looking down at my hands, splaying my fingers over the keys, ivory and ebony — like in that silly song. I was lost in thought for a minute. ‘I love your hands,’ I looked up. I hadn’t heard you come back. You had said. And there was unmistakably a tongue in my ass.I began moaning softly as Nathan's big hands kneaded my ass cheeks andspread them to give him access to my hole. My ass ground back into hisface, eager to play. Even though I had been fucked twice the night beforeand once that morning by Gwen's strap on, and again a few hours ago byNathan's fat cock, my ass was ready for more. Was there any limit to it'sability to take dick?That unspoken question was soon answered by a shifting of weight behind. Sweat poured over his bare, tanned chest and soaked his pants, adding to his irritation.But Susie took it all without a qualm and smiled back, her voice lilting. "I was just waiting for you, that's all! I thought you might be tired after being out in the field all day and want to relax! Want to relax some more, Mark?"She pushed her tee-shirted tits out in a blatant arch, showing him just the kind of relaxation she meant.Mark's irritation instantly drained away and for a moment he even forgot. "A team to be proud of," seemed to be his motto, "a first-class team." Unfortunately, he had not hired many knowledgeable baseball men who had any say over personnel matters. He listened to advice, so the papers said, paid well for it, and then often ignored it. Famous names evidently awed him, and he loved to have his picture taken with what he called "stars." He appeared to be trying to build a club on Earl Weaver's big-inning plan; long-ball hitters were his top priority, the longer the.