"I'd like you to watch his swing," Surhoff said. "The little fucker is a natural. He's got a gorgeous cut at the ball, and good plate discipline, and ...e ought to be showing some real power. But he hit eight homers last year. Eight homers, as our every-day left fielder!" He hit almost .280, though, didn't he?" Yeah. His average was fine, but the kid's a banjo hitter, and he's got that sweet stroke, and he's just wasting it! He's denying it, and just poking at the ball. He thinks he's Arkansas'. Pictures flitted across my mind of our houseboats, both of them, and our jets.My heart loved every one of those people. Loved them enough to risk dying for them, but I knew, as Mr. Hillman's produce truck closed in on bringing me my own unique brand of eternity, that they were all gone from me.Did I ever hold Beth Ann in my arms and make beautiful love to her in a log cabin outside Branson, Missouri?Did my three children never command my lap, my heart, and my love?Did I live in two other. Waxerman had buttoned her blouse, her underwear was sticky with semen she’d been unable to contain in her rectum. She still desperately felt the urge to use the bathroom, even though she knew there was no longer any urgency.Phillip had already bagged her items by the time she slipped her feet into her shoes.“I um ... I went ahead and put a small and a large slave tunic in the bag. I thought you might like one, umm ... too. I kinda figured those tits would need a large, so don’t be insulted. And. I turned around to let him fuck me but unfortunately a combination of me being small and tight and him being so big and not totally hard made it impossible. I probably wouldn't have been able to get him in me due to his size but it was worth a try. Instead I got back on my knees and sucked his balls again while he wanked himself. I had both hands round feeling his ass and me face in his big hairy balls when he pulled back and made it obvious he was going to cum. I just kept still and shut my.