Lots of "baseball men" I had met were undeniably intelligent, but many were narrow in the focus of their interests -- likely the victims of early over...mphasis on sports to the exclusion of other pursuits.Franklin Jones didn't answer all the questions. He didn't even get all the ones he answered right, but he was smart enough to impress me, at least.Maybe I shouldn't have dropped out of school without getting that degree.When the Jeopardy! closing theme music came on, Franklin turned off the. The guys needed no more requests they were in ‘fuck the slut tranny bitches mode.’ “Let’s do what the sluts want guys. Let’s fuck these cute little holes like mad and because Lucy is such a dirty slut we have to give her a real special shafting. Out the way, I’m first.” And by fuck they did. He lubed up slapped Lucy’s arse and rammed it in her like a man possessed. The others joined in and there was a frenzy of fucking. “Get you fucking cock out of Suzi’s arse and in my mouth you fucking gay. Thanks.” she breathed at him.He smiled back, “We’re not done yet,” he murmured between kisses on her collarbone, her tits and on the way down, her neat navel.She tried to pull him back up as she giggled, “What do you mean?”“I’m not done unless I’ve eaten this delightfully wet pussy of yours.”She hesitated, “Ralph, you know I have not done stuff like this in years?”“I know. So, trust me, please.”“Ok, but first come here then?” As he stood, Sally undressed him and caught her breath as his hard. 'In here Mariel', he was opening the door to his bedroom, inviting me inside, where else should a man fuck a girl, on his bed of course, and I went inside and started taking my clothes off, while he started at me as each dropped article of clothing reveled more and more youthful flesh, taut skin, smelling sweet from my sweaty exertions of morning masturbation, he knew this, his cock so rigid as I stood completely naked before him.'Where do you want me', I asked with a resignation of total.