Feeling her lips and tongue on his cock and his hand fondling his balls is like nothing Casey has ever felt before. Even the first time threesome has ...nothing on this. At the same time, Bart’s mouth returns to the enticing game of kissing and nibbling Casey’s ass. Occasionally, the ranch hand’s tongue moves along the line between his ass, the sensual tickle when it teases the top of his crevice makes Casey shiver. He keeps expecting Bart’s fingers to plunge in, but they don’t. Somehow it is more. When we woke up, mom still had her arms around me, my head next to her breast. My mouth was just inches from one of nipples. I stretched my tongue out and just managed to touch the sensitive bud. It stiffened almost immediately and mom rolled over slightly, giving me enough room to suck the entire nipple into my mouth. I heard her moan softly and felt her hand on my head, encouraging me. My free hand moved from her hip where it had been when we fell asleep, to her thigh. I moved to slowly up. The Baby Birds were in first place!My road dispatches to the Orioles brass in Baltimore were more detailed and more punchy than the ones I composed at home, when I was always eager to pack up and head for Orlie's place. I waxed eloquent about the exploits of my little band of beardless boys, winning ballgames like they were the Bronx Bombers -- only skinnier.I had to be careful, though. Just one front office decision in Baltimore to promote one of these kids before the Appalachian League season. ‘Ooooooh!’ she moaned, as her whole body seemed to spasm in response to the feel of my clutching hands. That darn T-shirt was hiding those beautiful breast, her delicious body.Oooh I had to look at it, feel it, lick it, kiss it…!!! My hands glided down to the bottom front of the shirt, and took firm hold. Muscles flexing, fueled by intense lust, my arms pulled my hands away from each other. RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPP! The shirt was torn from the bottom up to about the midpoint between her luscious.