Not me. I didn't have the sweet swing -- just good hand-eye coordination and exceptional vision. I figured I'd need both to succeed.I also worried abo...t getting hit again. If a ballplayer gets hit in the face, and then tells you he's not gun-shy afterward, he's lying. It's hard to stand in there against major league pitching -- especially when those headhunters are pissed at you most of the time, for threatening their only reliable source of income.Getting hit had never bothered me all that. My wife couldnt take her eyes off of his big cock. Shes used to myne as its 7" hard, same dark skin but his cock was at least 9" maybe 10" and thick. He had big balls that were shavena nd I could see then swinging in the night air as he aproached the open car door. My wife just sat there looking at his cock. He got to the open door and was standing there with his big cock twitching only inches from my wifes face. I could see the big head throbbing, I was getting a hard-on watching all of this.. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” Komal said. Rashid waited another few seconds and then started talking.“You know, she was a beautiful woman. Her passing was the biggest reason why I decided to move away too. Nothing seemed okay anymore.”Komal didn’t quite know what to say. Both remained silent for a while.“Anyway,” Rashid said, placing his empty cup on the stool in front, “When is Raj coming home today?”“Oh, he won’t be coming home today.”“Really? Why is that?”“He goes on business trips, Rashid, and when. You feel alive! You check yourself in the rear view mirror one last time. Wiping lipstick from the edge of your bottom lip. You pucker….what will his lips feel like? Will they be warm, soft, inviting??? You open the car door and extend your beautiful leg to get out. Even you notice how sexy your leg looks…… Your toes peaking from your heels sparkle from the street lights. You pull yourself out of your vehicle and give yourself the once over in the reflection of your window. You’re ready! You.