"Sharon!" he called. "I'm going to make some coffee. Come and join me." OK! Be down in a couple of minutes."He had the coffee made and poured when she... joined him."This is a treat," she said as she sat down at the kitchen table. "What do I owe this to?" There's something I want to tell you," he managed to say and then dried up.Sharon waited."Go on then," she finally said, a worried look coming into her eyes."Well... um... I... um I've just realised how much you mean to me and I had to tell you.. He moved closer to me and put the tip of his cock against my lips. I placed a gentle kiss on it. I loved the taste and scent of him. It was an addiction. He brushed his cock against my cheek and I turned my lips towards his hardness. I let the tip of my tongue lightly graze the side of his cock. I could see that he loved toying with me. He grabbed my hair and put my mouth on his cock. He didn’t need to say a word. I started to suck on it as he fucked my mouth. I was gagging from his thrusting. Most of the time, sportswriter-talk about "matching up" with other clubs was just that -- talk.But we really did seem to have a match-up problem with Oakland. Two seasons earlier, when Paul Warren's Orioles had last been in the Championship Series, they hadn't matched-up all that well against the Los Angeles Angels of Pismo Beach, either, and Baltimore had lost that series.But in addition to having to be good to get into the playoffs, you maybe have to be lucky as well. We got extremely lucky,. My eyes were so puffy and red, it looked like I had been smoking weed all night. Thinking about that made me decide to walk down to Andre’s house to get some weed. I needed something to make me feel better, even if it was temporary. When I looked at the clock it was only about 7am, so I decided that I would try to watch tv for a while until I thought Andre would be awake. Not too long after I started watching a re-run of The Boondocks, my cell phone started ringing. I just let it ring.