After the breakup and after few days the mess got cleaned up and now she would talk more freely. Till then a year was over. Since I had been in touch ...ith her all the time my heart started drawing towards her and so was hers but we never opened up this feeling to one another also would understand each other’s feeling.It was going very complexed and soon our actions started speaking. Till this time we never met and just talked on phone and messages. We would send lovable messages, photos,. What if I get pregnant, what would daddy say?" You had been a naughty girl?" I jested still stuck up inside her."Please get off, I must go and douche myself out," she said pulling on her knickers, brushing down her skirt and running towards the house. Stupid cow, I thought. Much good a douche will be now, the deed has been done, but she shouldn't play with fire and not expect to get burnt. I continued what I was doing, whistling to myself.This was the first female of my own age I had fucked and. Her name was June Brown. She had volunteered to foot the gas bill. Since she didn’t have a car it was cheaper than taking the Greyhound bus. At the appointed time June knocked on my apartment door. When I opened it I saw a somewhat heavy (pudgy would be the polite term) girl with dark hair. Her skin was a dark mocha color and she had beautiful brown eyes. (I am a very fond of brown eyes.) I asked her if she needed a ‘pit stop’ before we left. She didn’t. I got my suitcase and took her down to. To put it succinctly, I sucked like a Hoover.Little Rock brought in a scrawny guy to pitch to me, who looked like he might pitch, or might simply fall over in a faint. He was so skinny, I wondered how he could keep his pants up, but he had a tremendous fastball, with no movement. If I could catch up to it, I could hurt them.That was wishful thinking.Good morning. Good afternoon. Good night. Three pitches and I didn't even make contact.I looked so bad I was laughing at myself on my back to the.