Tom and I turned into a side street that was sheltered from the cold biting wind. Thirty yards on, I saw a sign-post, directing towards a sauna. �...Bet it’s nice and warm in there” I blurted out to Tom. Tom nodded his head in agreement, “don’t suppose you want to go for a sauna?” said Tom.“Mmm, yes I would,” I replied. Tom almost dropped my shopping and gaped at me in astonishment.“Would you really?” he said.“Yes why not, it’s bloody freezing out here and I could do with a bit of warming. Three black guys in sweaty t-shirts shooting hoops stop and take note of a BMW cruising through their neighborhood. Harold pulls over and gets out and walks up to the chain link fence and motions the guys over. Marilyn watches from the car as he says something to the guys, takes something out of his pocket and gives it to them. He walks over to her side of the car, unlocks it with his key and opens the door. He leans down and grabs her jaw and says, "Hmmmm, do you think I should take you to. The next pitch was a slow curve, almost in the dirt and again, well outside by the time it went by. But I had flinched, all the same, when the ball had left the pitcher's grasp. The pitch that had smacked me in the face had brought back the fear.The next pitch was fat, with nothing on it. It came in waist-high and ripe for the picking.It went right by me for a called strike, and I had not so much as thought about swinging at it. I called time and took several steps toward our dugout. Warren. “You’re welcome, my sweet,” I whispered back. I felt my cock twitch one last time in her before I slipped out, my softening prick plopping out gently. I looked down and saw a little dribble of our special mixture drip out of her and down between her plump butt cheeks. For a moment, I considered that it wouldn’t be the first time my semen had been in or around her tight, little, puckered butthole. I stumbled my way around our King-size bed and half-flopped down onto my side of the bed. I wanted.