’ As Texas Joe returned, Dober pawed the dirt behind the mound with his spikes. A twinge sizzled through his body from his right shoulder to his spi...e and down his legs. He fought an urge to rub it, dared not share a sign of weakness at this point of the game. He remembered a line from the Dan Quisenberry poem ‘Time to Quit.’. Dan was a major league pitcher who wrote about his last year: ‘a doberman gnaws my shoulder/with each toss’. Chuckling, he thought about how ironic it was: he got his. He said that although Scott is very good at it, I’m better- he said that you have to watch the “quiet ones.” He also went on to say that I’d be formidable if I had to go into combat hand-to-hand,” he put the bottle down, smiling quietly as he did so as he remembered his father’s praises. “Or hand to foot, you mean,” the elder smiled at the younger; his face glowed with the kind of love and admiration that only someone who had willingly given themselves as a father to their charge under their. After ten minutes, we changed our positions. I lie down on the bed and she was riding like a cowgirl. Strange sounds are coming from our wet juices while she riding on me. I am grabbing and pressing her boobs. She leans down and kissing me.She was controlling her thrusts in that position and getting maximum pleasure. I also forget myself. Then we came to doggy position and I fucked her in that position for 10 minutes. While cumming I asked her what to do. She removed my dick and asked me to cum. She pulled herself over the my legs and said, "I will pull you cock out and start sucking it, then I will stop for a couple of seconds, then you will unzip my shirt and stick your toung inside my pussie, is that alright" I replied with, "get on with it" I closed my eyes and I could feel her unbuckling my belt and unzipping my fly, the I could feel her cold hand reach down into my boxers and grab or already erect cock. I couldn't believe my self when I felt a warm sensation come over my cock she.