Then she lowered herself again and cried, enjoying the fuck.Again she moved up and down, starting to wiggle her ass with his huge cock fully buried in... her pussy as the plumber thrust his hips upwards to drive his cock even deeper. It only lasted for less than a minute and then she collapsed on him. He kept moving his hips so he slowly kept fucking her with long slow strokes. She stayed on top of him for several minutes.Then she rolled off him and I could see how fucking huge this cock was for. He slowly slipped his hand down my belly and unbuttoned my shorts with ease and pulled them off, along with my hiking boots. He looked into my eyes, and then he went down between my tanned legs. I smiled and opened my legs wide to give my hungry husband a nice view of my shaved pussy. He bent his head closer and ran his tongue slowly along my pussy lips with lust in his eyes before burying his face into my hot salty cunt, determined not to come up for air until I was very satisfied.It was not. Not as bad as in the old days, when a perfectly good player might spend five or six years in the minors, working for peanuts, just because the club that had signed him had an even-better player at his position in the majors.All that had drastically changed with the player-friendly rules that had come into existence over the past thirty years or so. Free agency meant that players eventually earned a reasonable chance to sell their services for their real value. And, boy, when folks had found out. Invariably my fights always seemed to involve at their core my sense of having to avenge some wrong done to myself or others. Invariably, I would champion the quietest girl or the weakest or smallest boy in my class; the sort of kid that wore glasses and usually sucked at sports and would have far preferred to read a book rather than being made to go play outside. I wasn't much for books myself, but I respected their right to sit quietly in a playground corner and read, bothering no one and not.