Take it all mylittle tramp." "it's what you do best....sucking cock like the little whore you are."The more he berated me, the more I knew I wanted t...o keep sucking his cock. I knew I just had to keep sucking his cock.I was ravenous, sucking it all the way down my throat, working it with my hand, listening to his low guttural grunts.Just when I thought he might come in my mouth at any moment, he withdrew his cock and jerked me to my feet.He spun me around and I placed my hands palms down on. Unhoneneeche panty nahin pahni thi. Or unki choot ke baal bhi saaf the. Kal jab wo bathroom me choot ragad rahi thi to usme baal the. Aaj mummy ne saaf kiye the . Yani wo chudai ki soch ke aayi thi…. Ye soch ke meralund ghanghana utha. Meri nazare mummy ki choot pe jami thi. Mummy apni dono tange chaudi karke sofe pe baithgayi jisse mujhe choot or saaf dikhne lagi. Achanak mummy ne apne hatho se choot chhipa li or boli ” nazar lagaega kya” maine kaha dikhaona mummy pls.. Wo boli “kya dikhau”. .. things. Some of them are worse.”I really wanted to see these other tools, but I was happy for now with what I had.“Breasts out,” I ordered the older girl.Jaime obeyed, a look of hatred on her face as she clasped her hands at the small of her back and pulled her shoulders back, presenting her tits to me, the red marks of her earlier punishment already fading.Gleefully, I took a swing at the out-thrust mounds, the slim birch bundle hitting with a satisfying crackle, even though my swing had. I was making a contribution.But with three games left in the season, I looked back at the past week and realized that I wasn't going to make folks forget about Ted Williams.I'd been hitting around .265 for the month of September, and of course my season average was creeping steadily downward. It would require a flurry of hits in the season-ending three-game series to creep back over the .400 mark.Hitting .407 was already an impossible dream. Ted's mark was safe. I couldn't get it done.As it.