She took a deep breath. Its a couple of pages farther back. Let me see if I can guess, Connie said. Her cunt was sopping wet and she yearned to have h...er aching nipple rubbed — and more. She could sense the cautious excitement in the beautiful young woman beside her on the sofa. She flipped the page: Vibrating Ben Wa balls, a G-SpotVibrator, Flexible Vibrators….No. Next page: Masturbators for Men…No. Next page: Dildos. Connie remembered how wet Kimberly had gotten talking about … the creepy old. Yankee fans always were boisterous, endlessly loyal to their guys, and rough on the opposition. I had the impression that they were also extremely pissed that the upstart Orioles, and not their traditional rivals, the Red Sox, were the ones fighting them, this year, for first place.And they didn't much like it that I was threatening DiMaggio's 56-game streak. In game three of that series, I would tie the record if the Yankee pitching staff hadn't shut me down by that time.And in the final game. We hugged for a few time. I slowly took her into my hands and walked towards my room.I turned on the dim light and put her on the bed. She sat one the corner of my bed. I went behind her and hugged her from back and started kissing her neck from behind. After some time I slowly went towards her lips. She opened her lips for me and we started smooching. I placed my hand on her stomach under her t shirt and started massaging her navel. She closed her eyes and responded to my smooch. We smooched. He refilled my glass and moved his large hand to my leg and began slowly rubbing from my knee to the edge of my tiny mini skirt. I continued to drink the wine in anticipation of his hand venturing under my skirt. He had to be able to feel the heat from my swollen cunt and smell my sex in the air! However, his hand continued to softly caress my leg and didn't go where I had hoped it would. Bill then ran his hand down past my knee to my sandaled feet and began to caress and massage my feet. I was.