They ate oysters and a Roquefort salad and Yves didn’t mind in the least that Em drank red wine, a light pinot noir. He stuck with French tradition ...nd drank Chablis. The breeze played with Em’s hemline as he had said it would and as she had wished it to. Em had lightly tanned thighs. The breeze was very skittish and her dress was quite short. Its ruched hemline floated up at one point. It was over the oysters, early in the play, and it briefly gave Yves a glimpse of her tiny see-through. "Hey, Skip, can we swap for a while? My lazy ass is dragging."The next 15 minutes were spent with Brock watching Fred Hartman play second base. But LaCross saw he was watching intently. A couple of times Fred motioned for LaCross to repeat what he'd just done so Brock could get a better idea of how the experienced second baseman had reacted."OK, let's take a break," LaCross said eventually. "Christ, I'm sweating like a hog and I ain't done shit but swing a bat."Brock and Hartman grabbed a. ”We moved into his room directly, not wasting our breath on unnecessary conversation. He pulled me by my shirt, our lips brushing against each others’, before he opened his mouth a little wider and let my tongue explore what he had to offer. His strong arms supported my lower back, pushing me closer and closer to his body, until our semi-erect cocks started rubbing against the cloth. His making out became more and more intense, his tongue making my head go wild and my cock go hard; he bit my. At this point I took my tongue and started to lick the edges of his asshole sending him to a new level of hardness. “Yes. Anything. Just suck my cock.” He panted. I jabbed my tongue into his asshole and watched him thrust his ass in the air and moan in pleasure. “Well I think I should get a tip, too,” I said. I removed my tongue from his asshole but licked the entire length of his ass crack on my way to his balls. Then I took a ball in my hand and inserted it into my mouth and “swished” it.