" I turned to Tanya. "You never told them I play baseball?" It never came up," she said weakly."Pffft," her father exhaled noisily through pursed lips... "She thinks we're intellectuals who hate sports." You do hate sports, daddy," Tanya protested."I hate overpaid professional athletes," he corrected her. "But amateur sports, that's a different question. Did you know the Final Four is on tonight, Patrick?" I did know that, sir," I grinned."I have a television in the study," he winked. "In case we. I was in bed with my mom at night and she is relaxing in my arms and my hands are pressing her boobs and we are having some usual conversation. I talk to her about Vishal and tell her about he want to fuck her. She refuses for such kind of relation with my friend Vishal. I try to make her understand but she refuses at all ultimately I tell her about my bat and promise that I had with Vishal. I say although I won my bad but I think I will lose my promise and lay aside. After some time my mom. Even in the mirroracross the lobby, my erect nipples were obvious under the red halter top that covered my breasts andlittle else.We made a strikingly handsome couple. While it was obvious that I was older than my 'date', I reallycould pass for twenty six or twenty seven years old. Robert looked to be in his early twenties. Yes, itwas obvious I was a Cougar dating a younger man, but the difference between our ages did not looktoo extreme.At six foot two inches in height, Robert towered over my. ”I knew she didn’t want my handprints showing on her ass – and that Derek wouldn’t be too happy if they had to wait for them to fade – but it still sort of bugged me; after all, this was my perfect little ass we were talking about, not his! I cupped her round, firm bottom instead, letting my fingers wander low and between, and even without parting her lips I could sense her moist heat.She pushed me away. “Don’t start. I’m already having a hard time trying not to be dripping wet, and that won’t.