They'd said that the games (outside of the tension-filled 1-0 Mets victory in Game Two) had been pretty prosaic affairs.With all these home fans screa...ming for us -- many of them not even yet born when Baltimore had last won a World Series -- high drama would have been something to remember.Well, it started out dramatically enough. After four innings, neither club had gotten a base runner, much less a hit. Mutual perfect games going. Now, that would have satisfied even the most jaded baseball. She instantly got to her feet and Clare, at the same time, knelt up to see what had caught mom's attention. By this time Angel and I were only twenty yards away and walked right up to mom and Clare before either had a chance to say anything.Angel spoke first with a cheerful, "Hi Mum!" as though it was perfectly normal to wander out of the woods with nothing on, holding hands with a man sporting a raging hardon.Not surprisingly Clare's reaction was a little less relaxed. "What the fuck are you. I felt my girly dick start to cum, shooting onto my legs and stomach. As I did my ass muscles tightened, squeezing Stan’s cock hard. He enjoyed it as I could feel him shooting inside me. He managed to pull out and finished cumming on me.He released my legs and they flopped down, with my feet hitting the floor. Stan climbed onto the bed and straddled me. He forced his cock to my mouth. I opened up and he pushed it in and I started to suck it clean. After a few minutes Stan shifted his position. ”With that, she reached over the back seat to Danny and handed him her black dildo!“I’m going to want this back when you are done with it, chief.”I sat there topless in the driver’s seat and since he realized I wasn’t driving, he turned to me and said, “No need to worry about an accident now, Terri…ah, Mrs. Harris.”With that, he grabbed my right leg and pulled it up and threw it between him and his seat as he leaned forward and toward me. That made me slide down until the back of my head hit.