The players were on the field, going through their pre-game drills.The boy was in the company of Walter Simpson, an old man.Mr. Simpson was a longtime... fan of the Double-A baseball club known as the Birmingham Barons. He knew the players, and they knew him. Years earlier, when the boy had been only three and four years old, Walter Simpson and his wife had cared for him in their home, while the boy's mother worked as a waitress. It was a commercial child-care arrangement that, over time, had. .would she?? He kept pushing his wretched dick across my lips smothering them in his seminal fluid, yes it may well taste like mine and yes I may love the way mine tastes but it's mine and it was his seeping more n more into my mouth now, his,Kennys...... a gayboys for fucksake. 'Take that fucking thing away from my mouth you filthy perve!!! ' I yelled at him visciously but he smiled mischievously at me and said that was fine with him then landed a bombshell by adding that he hmfancied a piece. Then, my pointer finger works its way into your folds. It begins to play with the piercing in your clitoral hood.As the smooth metal rubs back and forth over your clitoris, you cum again. This time even harder. A scream barely escapes past the rubber dick in your stretched mouth. As your back arches, this presses your pussy to my hand. I maintain the attention to your clitoral hood ring. And then my finger disappears. Coming down from the orgasm, you feel hot breath on your wet pussy. Through. We all decided to take a swim so my wife and I went to the bathroom and changed into our swim suits. I won't lie, she looked so yummy. Her tits and ass were barely covered. Everyone swam and drank for a couple hours. During that time we never had an empty glass. My wife was beyond buzzed. I had a great buzz but had actually slowed my drinking because I knew I'd end up driving us home. Once the wife had enough of the pool she said she was going to go dry off and get changed. I stayed for a while.