In the morning we make love once more. Meet me there at nine.”
“You got it.”
“Got to go. XXX Working her back my cock rubs in-between her cheeks, getting nice and firm. We lie like this almost unable to move. Oh, the Torture. Getting out of the shower we dry off. It’s set for Wednesday night. I gave up the moral high ground yesterday. After our final goodbye I drive home. And I don’t just mean for now. The next few days are a grind. We decide it won’t be. When my senses come to, I realize fully the majesty of the situation. The stupid grin suits you.”
The conversation turns when some shortstop gets pitched out for the third time in a game.
