My batting average barely increased and neither did my work with the glove. And last year I had reoccurring injuries with my ankle. Every other week, ...t felt like, it was sprained again. It hurt my swing so much that I was a relegated to being a backup. If anything, I made negative progress between freshman and senior year. It was tough because baseball was always the one thing I had to rely on. I wasn’t great in classes, even when I forced myself to focus. I was tall, with a big frame and big. She had her hand wrapped around his very stiff dick and was stroking it slowly.I wondered why I didn't feel jealous, but then I remembered that I had just filled Robin's cunt with my cum, that Cindy had encouraged me to fuck Robin, and that Cindy was always ready for a fuck whenever I wanted. In fact rather than being jealous, my cock, which was still buried inside Robin, was fully erect again. Apparently I liked watching Cindy with Richard.Then, as Cindy and Richard started to get more. If you don’t mind...”“Have at it,” Adam says, enjoying her taking charge.When the waitress comes back, Paula looks away from the menu and up at the woman. “We’ll start off with the spicy wedge. Then we’ll get potato soup and then French dips.”The waitress takes the menus and leaves.Paula leans forward, across the table, allowing Adam to get a good look at her chest. And she knows that he is looking at her breasts. She smiles at him. “What are you looking at?” she asks, giggling and leaning. While others want to know details tofeed their fetish leaning fantasies. The questions always ranged from:Do you tuck? Yes, I am usually tucked. Yes, it sucks, but that part ofmy body is fairly dormant anyway, so whatever...Did you shrink? What, like laundry? No I didn't shrink - not that Iwas massive to begin with and it would be way easier if it had.Erections? Yes, I still have erections - but they take much more work,namely my mental state has to be overly stimulated. Most times.