A stalwart. A pillar. A mainstay. Hell, think up your own clichéd word for it.In the middle of our road trip, in the Coliseum in Oakland, I spotted M...aria Warren talking to Paul in the hallway leading from the locker room to the field. She recognized me when I walked by and said "Hi, Alex!" Hello, Maria," I said, glancing at Paul before I kept walking.What was she doing in Oakland? God, she was beautiful!Remember, I told myself. Remember! She's a beautiful white girl. Worse, the white girl's. She had set the alarm a few minutes early and pulled me between her thighs to use my morning wood.As she was sitting on the toilet she told me to just piss between her legs and I swear she moved so it would hit her. We showered together and headed for breakfast and our meetings.When they finished it was back to the room and a repeat of the day before. As she bounced on me I asked, “Why do you cheat on your husband, not that I’m complaining?”“Technically I’m not. He knew I’d get laid on this. "Walk? Bloody chilly, Sarah." I'll warm you up again. Promise." You will? What do you mean?" You see? I'm thick, right?"You can come in and have a coffee." Coffee?" Oh well."And." And?" And." And what?" Just 'and'..." Oh." Oh, indeed. Come on Rob. You don't want me to change my mind, do you?" The twinkle was in full force, backed up by a smile that should be patented."I don't think so, if you mean what I think you do." I do." Yeah? Wouldn't a cab be quicker then?" She laughed happily, and. She kept her fiery gaze on me while she slid her skirt off, revealing a lacy thong. Staring at her nearly nude body, my erection throbbed in my pants. She noticed as well, for she moved to a sitting position on the edge of my bed and began pulling my boxers off. I massaged her breast and she took my nine inches in her hand and began stroking it. Before long, she stuck out her tongue and ran it up the length of my shaft and around the swollen head. She gave the end of it a kiss, and then.