I cup your cock through your pants as we kiss, my thumb tracing your shape as you grow.You stop kissing and whisper in my ear, "Are you wet? Are you r...eady for me?"You quickly spin me around, so my ass is against your rock-hard dick. You pull my hips back, so I'm nestled against you. You undo my skirt and push it down over my hips. You tell me to step out of it and lean over the bed.I feel your hands smoothing over my ass, tracing the shape and cupping it in your hands. You nudge my legs apart. Just put it in a little andfreeze.”Julie turned to Mark. His eyes were hot, looking at hernaked body. “I’m game,” he said. “I mean it’s not likewe’ll actually be having sex or anything.” His eyessaid otherwise, but Julie felt the same way. “I guess it would be OK,” she said. “I sure hope Rogerdoesn’t ever see one of these books though.”Lori started toward Mark, her hand already out. “OK,just let. I slipped onto the sofa and opened my legs wide for her. I drew my finger along my slit and waited for her eyes to catch up with me.She almost fell to the floor in a quick response to replace my finger with her tongue. I loved it. More to the point, I loved that she loved it.I must have come three times to her incessant tongue lashing. For a beginner, she bloody well knew how to lick pussy.We didn’t part that night. We fell into bed beside each other. We pleasured each other until we were. "Yeah, I understood she was a third baseman, like me." Yes," Blondie responded dryly. "You third-basemen have to stick together. I figured it was something like that -- why you were so interested."I blushed a little, and looked, again, at Patricia Wyman, whose expression still gave away nothing. It was like she wasn't listening -- or wasn't there at all."Actually," I said, finally, allowing myself to look straight at Patricia Wyman for the entire time, "she's the second-most-beautiful third.