I had no interest in being a bully, or in throwing my excess weight around in the clubhouse. None. I could be a sweetheart, to anybody who would give ...e half a chance.Maybe, though, I was a little easier to piss off than Tejada was. First week in March, in only our fourth exhibition game, this kid up from Ottawa, Clewis Chambers, hit a ground ball to shortstop and, when the Marlins' infielder picked it up cleanly and prepared to throw to first, Chambers immediately quit running and started. I was in heaven for the movement moving my hip up and down making my pennies go fully into her mouth. I then asked her to stop for a movement and asked her to lye with her hip towards my face so that I can taste her cunt, which was already wet by this time. As she kept her hip towards my head I pulled her petticoat up to her waist and then put my head in-between her thunder thighs and parted her cunt lips With my hand and planted a wet kiss on it.she utered some vulgar words also such as nalla. ‘In detail?’ ‘In some cases I guess they do,’ said the librarian again putting great emphasis on ‘guess’, ‘I haven’t yet studied those that thoroughly. Here is your table, young hero.’ ‘Oh,’ said Zoa, studying the strange reading table. There was soft pens and piles of white sheet to one side on the table, and a large glass box on the other. ‘Gold sheets are for records, white sheets are for notes,’ chuckled the librarian and pulled out the chair. ‘Please be seated.’ Zoa seated herself. The. Much to my continuing embarrassment my wife continued to detail several of my sessions on the crush bench and also the Sunday ritual where she always sat on my chest on the bed watching her soap opera omnibus. I was horrified to hear her detail how she would gradually move backwards until her arse was on my face. There was a lot of giggling as she she told her in detail how she would get her bottom right on my face and order me to push my tongue into her arse. M was amazed to hear this and kept.