I called Dave that Sunday -- the morning before their final game in Myrtle Beach. He was surprised to hear from me. We didn't do much telephone commun...cating while he was on the road. "How'd you know where to find me?" he asked."I called the Myrtle Beach Pelicans," I told him. "Said it was a family matter, and asked where the Keys were staying. When I got the motel, a woman answered, and I said I wanted to talk to the cutest, sexiest ball player she had in residence." And she connected you to. I moaned loud as you went as deep as you possibly could and hit the magic spot. I bit down on the sofa cushion to muffle my loud moans, you pulled on my pony tail lifting my head up, fucking me hard, your other hand teasing my clit at the same time, after a few minutes I was screaming your name as I came hard, my pussy gripping your cock tight. I heard you moaning and trying not to come your self you released me and stepped back. I grinned at you playfully, hungry for you, you were grinning. Other than the barn door creaking, there were no sounds in here at all.Ok sure I am breathing like a man having just dodged free of a buffalo stampede in a narrow canyon!I managed to get into the center of the barn to look around to see if they were even still in here anymore.Well I think I managed to get turned around just enough to see the quilt dropping toward me before I was knocked to the ground.Fuck! Why is my head hurting like a motherfucker? What the hell is that smell and damned. Es war eine Nacht der „Liebe“Hillas Brüste - Ort der Wärme und "Entspannung".Sonntag. Hilla und ich schliefen lang. Schmusten, duschten zusammen, um uns dann auf den Weg in die schon schön gewärmte Küche zu machen. Es roch nach frisch gebrühten Kaffee. Der Kaffetisch war liebevoll gedeckt. Tischdecke, frische Brötchen geholt; ein weiches Ei mit neckischen Wärmeschutz versehen stand hinter den Tellern. Auf meinem lag der Hochzeitsstrauß von Fee. Darunter ein mit Füller handgeschriebener.