They both laughed and said they would find some place in the five bedroom home for me. “Sheesh. I really am drunk!” I said and they laughed. The...y both got up to go potty and I poured myself the last of either the second or third bottle of wine. I sat there staring out at the distant fields the night beginning to darken the Eastern horizon. It was a perfect evening, still warm, a slight breeze. The three quarter moon promised to be nice and bright in the clear sky. “I could get used to. ”The umpire had walked up to them, hearing most of the conversation. He now interjects, “Sean, I’ve been umpiring for over twenty years. I’ve never seen anything like this. I can’t believe how mature and respectful they all are. That catcher of yours, I’ve seen him a couple of years now. He was nothing but a troublemaker. I’m not saying the nasty words running through my mind. What did you do to him—a lobotomy?”“I respect my players and eventually they respect me. When I tried to teach them to. After all, it was Gabriella that had changed her mind about moving out. (True, she had had some prompting from me but I failed to see that that had anything to do with it.) ‘Connie ought to have the room,’ I pronounced. Fran did not reply, at least not to me. ‘O Gabby,’ I heard her call in her sweetest butter-wouldn’t-melt voice. ‘Could you come to the phone a moment please?’ This was followed by the sound of approaching footsteps and Fran’s voice announcing my name. ‘James, lover,’ Gabriella. He felt the artificial cock stabbing into him as Josie worked it in and out of his mouth. He sucked to get all the juices off, feeling it fill his mouth with desire for a good fuck up the ass. She continued to work it in until it pounded at the opening to his throat, and he felt the gag reflex start to emerge, but she pulled it back, slathering more lubricant on it."Open up those legs," she said, positioning herself as he raised his legs over his head, opening his asshole for her fucking. She.