I could feel my juices flowing into him, and he licked and sucked my clit. My orgasm was emense. I cried out with extasy. I grabbed his hair and pu...lled him up to kiss me. I could smell my juices on his face and taste myself on his tongue and he explored my mouth with it. I held him to me and whispered my passion to him. He lay back on the table and I went down and put his cock in my mouth again. I sucked him till his erection tickled my tonsils. Then I knew he was ready. Ready for the. "Mort nodded. "Jeff ain't botherin' you none, is he?" Oh, that?" Rachel pretended to pass it off. "No. He's a little drunk, that's all."Mort nodded again. "Yeah. Mark, (that's me, by the way), Rachel's right. Some of us shouldn't be drivin'." Yeah," I agreed. "Let's get a case of something next door at the liquor store and go over to my place. We can watch ESPN on my TV." I have a 42" HDTV. "That way nobody gets arrested."It took thirty minutes for everyone to get organized and all of the. Hetty is squeezing my breasts and trying to tongue my mouth. I havebreasts! I am putting up a token resistance. I finally begin returningthe attention as I become overcome with arousal and kissing back whenHetty's hand begins to probe towards my groin and unbuttoning my pants."Ohhhhhh," I can't help but moan. I feel so turned on and everythingfeels so new and exciting. Hetty deftly unbuttons my fly and gropes intomy panties... I can't believe I'm wearing panties!I feel fingers probing into me.. I am a season ticket holder who never makes it to the day games, and is always late to the night games. I can't make it before the sun has gone down. In the middle of summer I miss a lot of innings. I live in Philly now, home of the Phillies and the cheese steak. I've lived other places since my untimely death, but I keep being drawn back. It has something to do with her, of course. The woman who made me what I am today. I met her at a bar. A couple of the guys took me out after the game to.