Again I looked at Kelly to see any sign of discomfort. Her angelic face was soft and relaxed, as if she was sl**ping. “Mmmm” she whimpered softly ...nd pressed back, forcing her tight entrance even further over my head. I felt myself slowly slipping in. Then getting past the tight muscle, her hole seemed to open up more allowing me to sink my entire length up her tight passage. “Ooooo” Kelly moaned with a big smile. “Stay there a minute. I just want to feel you inside of me”. The sensation of her. ”“You live five minutes away…”“I need to get a few things together. See ya soon!”My apartment is spotless, scrubbed down like I told her, but I look around and make sure I haven’t left any cum-soaked paper towels anywhere. The thought of watching Jen masturbate – and her watching me – keeps me semi-hard while I wait, and (not that I’m watching the clock) she makes it in a mere twenty-three minutes. I left the door unlocked so she lets herself in.She looks great, brown hair shining and nipples. But I was comfy so I decided to wait and see what happened.The first indication that I was mistaken about who had come in came when the bedroom door opened and I got a whiff of expensive perfume. Then a voice said, "Oh good, Love, I'm glad to see that you are back. I just put my husband on the 'redeye' for LA and the thought of going home and sleeping alone just depresses the hell out of me." As she spoke I could hear her moving toward the bed and I also heard the faint hiss of falling fabric. I said the words because they summed up how I felt, after those long, tedious years trying to climb to the top, finally to have reached it. I tried to make clear, to those pretty- knowledgeable baseball fans in the audience, that I was all-too-aware that I was just 25th man on a 25-man ball club. I wasn't one of those Godlike creatures whose exploits made the papers every day. If anything, I felt closer to these people in the audience, some of whom probably, when it came to The Game, were.