Oh lord, Charles, Your cock is so big and thick, I hope you do not stretch me out too much for Brad.” Smiling I respond, “I cannot help my size, ...but I do promise to be as gentle as possible with you. I must say you are very lovely today.” Smiling, “Come on mom, put your just your robe on for we need to go get ready for the wedding. Brad will be here in few minutes for you Charles. Please put your robe on for I do not want Brad to be too jealous.” I get up and slip on my robe right after the. My number is also there in case you get lost. Give us 10 minutes then come around."As he said this he reached in his pocket and slid a piece of folded paper over to me. I picked it up and quickly read over the notes. It seemed straight forward enough, so I put paper in my pocket.Greg then rose from his seat and moved out of the booth. I went to move out so Chrissy could get out, but before I could she slid, across the top of me. When she was halfaway across my lap she ever so briefly dropped. Still, he was somewhat shaken by the news that one of his boyhood heroes, Early Wynn, had died at 79 in Florida."Jesus," he said aloud, "I must be getting old. All those guys are dropping off like flies." He reflected on Early Wynn: "Every hitter is the enemy," he used to say. He pitched for a long time, 23, maybe 24 years. He won 300 games. 'Yeah, ' he thought, 'exactly 300.' "Ah shit, he had a good life. I hope mine turns out to be as memorable as his, making the Hall of Fame and all.' He. She sobbed and cried out and began to come in waves, shuddering and groaning, flooding her cunt until his cock nearly slipped out. He grasped her hips again and pounded into her, fucking, fucking, till he thought he would die before he came. As she came again – still? – he flooded her in his turn, spasming against her, powerless in her liquid grasp, desperately trying to stay hard, stay in her, stay… He fell on her, gasping. “God,” she said, “Get off. You’re killing me. ” Somehow he gathered.