The fans still showed up for the other two games. God, I love the Baltimore fans, but these people up in New England, man they are just incredible! Yo...u gotta hand it to them. No greater love.New York was next. They'd swept their last series and were only one game behind.The Goddamned Yankee fans were almost as crazy as the ones in Boston, and there were about 23,000 more of them in Yankee Stadium.Not greater interest -- just greater seating capacity.We played well in the opener. Gene Holtz held. ” Remy was shaking head to toe, if he had stayed a moment longer his father would have caught him. “ C'mon Remy, she not your maid or cook. You're up, you make breakfast.” “ You're right, dad.” “ I mean it too. don't give her a hard time this week you can do whatever as long as you don't get in too much trouble no parties at the house you hear me.” “ Yes sir.” x A sleepy and groggy Benja got up just long enough to kiss her father goodbye and wish him a safe trip, before she crawled back. Stacey erupted with force! Her juices came out of her in a half-inch thick stream, shooting halfway to the ceiling! Krystle was so turned on by watching this that she had an orgasm while standing there. I watched the spurts shoot out and down her legs, making a puddle at her feet. Krystle caught herself from falling over on the bed, but was still watching Stacey continue to erupt! I couldn't believe it myself, she had never cum this much before! It was like she was emptying a 2-liter. The nerve endings quivered and shook. The first small orgasm quaked through my body. I felt the juice flood my pussy and over Bob’s mouth. He moved between my thighs. He was going to fuck me. Theo lay on his side beside me on the bed, his hand stroking his mighty tool. Bob knelt between my thighs and slid his prick across the open maw of my gash. His knob rested in the opening of my cunt. With an easy roll of his hips his thick cock commenced its inexorable slide into my depths.Bob’s.