“Oh fuck. Where am I? Who is this? Where’s Robbie?” The thoughts darted confusingly about my passion infused mind. The voice seemed to be coming...from beside me. Opening my eyes and looking in the direction of the voice, sat Robbie, two fingers fucking in and out her cunt. “What tha-a …?” I said, looking back and forth between Robbie and the owner of the mouth sucking my cock. “Dean, mom. Mom, Dean!” Robbie momentarily answered pulling her fingers from her hot twat “I’ll explain in a minute. Now. My lips work from your tits up your neck. Whispering in your ear that I’m going to cum in your arse. Kissing my way to your lips. Holding myself up on my elbows. You tell me to keep going and not stop until I cum. Your legs loosen their grip. One of your arms is around my neck, pulling me down to you. The other is across your body. Letting your fingers work over your clit. I pull halfway out and thrust in. Again. Again. Further out and deeper in. Every single time. My hands holding your head. ’ ‘Yes, Mom,’ Tara said. ‘She sounded really nice on the phone, but she was really reluctant to come here with the ‘rich people.’ I tried to assure her that we were really OK people and that you and Dad just wanted to meet them to say thank you for what Seth did for me last night. She asked me what to wear, what to bring, and how to get here. I told her we didn’t want them to bring anything. As far as clothing is concerned, I told her we would have Lawrence and Suzette go over there tonight,. I was sure Paul hated removing Murphy from the game at that point, but we were playing National League rules and certainly Zane was a lot more likely to advance the runners. Paul didn't exactly have to be a genius to make this particular move.Well, Zane worked the count nicely until it was three balls, one strike. He had everything going for him at that point. If the Mets walked him, we had David Newhan next -- another left-handed hitter, and a guy who was swinging a hot bat.So Zane hit into a.