.we used to talk on phone for hours ..i remember I used to see the sun rising out of my window while talking to her all night. I think she was falling...in love with my talks and enjoyed my company…Once we went to a mall which .. we were just chatting and window shopping..we saw A haunted house kinda place..she demanded me to go there.. I agreed.. I bought the tickets and went in there..to my surprise the haunted house was mechanically functional and had no person inside it..the ambiance was bit. As Richard brought his cock toward the blonde, the question of lubrication was solved. Karen was amazed once more as she saw the precum flowing from his cock head like a leaky faucet. Richard painted the blonde’s pussy lips with the clear liquid from his oversized penis and rubbed her clit until the blonde was moaning and begging Richard to fill her. When her moans were about to turn to screams, he finally gave the woman what she yearned for. He nudged the huge head into her eager pussy. Maybe I should have saved dinner until after…? Hell, we have a microwave.Minutes passed like hours until finally, the familiar, white Toyota rumbled to a stop in front of the house. As Justin’s footfalls crunched in the gravel, Erin’s heart was in her throat. The key turned in the lock.. .the door opened… He’s here! He’s here! He’s - “Justin!” she squeaked out louder than she would have preferred.He locked eyes with her and smiled, closing the door behind him.“Hey, love. How - ” Justin looked. There may have been 20 adults there, and they started sounding like 100.The next batter stepped in, and we went through the same thing. The ump did call one strike, and I thought I might pass out from the shock, but he gave that batter a free trip to first base on a perfect strike as well. Coach Don, who rarely got off the bench while we were on defense, was at the edge of the cage and he was getting chatty. The atmosphere was getting electric.Mitch was about to come unglued. I called time and.