He said he loved me and always will, but we can’t go on like this anymore. Then John gave me an ultimatum; if I did go away with her, he wouldn’t ...be at home when we got back. He said I needed to make a decision. He can’t go on sharing me with someone who doesn’t care for him.”She turned to Jane and said, “I told you this would happen if I asked him, but no, you had to keep pushing me and pushing me.”Jane started crying, “But I love you, and I need you, I don’t want to share you.”I asked. Amaya was surprised to hear him ask someone else if she was.“Is someone watching me?” she asked.“Of course,” Wesley answered. “A game like this requires a little observing to keep everyone honest. According to my source, you are quite the sight. I hope you are not too exhausted.”“No, of course not,” she lied. Amaya looked around. She saw plenty of people looking at her but she couldn’t see anyone with a phone. Amaya felt very self-conscious. It made sense. What would be the point of making her. He was a baseball player, for God's sake! And it wasn't like he was Cal Ripken, or some comparably glamorous, well-loved, conspicuously successful current baseball player, even. He was some no-name guy, scraping along in the low minors, trying to catch a break. His immediate ambition was to scrape along until next season, when he might get assigned to another, slightly more highly regarded minor league team, someplace else. It wasn't glamorous, what Dave was doing.Oh, a lot of girls' fathers. He leans forward and gives me another heart stopping all consuming kiss before he takes his fingers out, he pulls away and I look up to see what he is doing, before I can figure it out he has knelt down and very lightly licks up my wet and waiting pussy. Now he knows I am wild with desire he is teasing me. He is kissing my thighs, nibbling on my belly, licking my pubis, everywhere but my pussy. I am practically screaming with frustration and desire when his tongue finally makes contact with my.