Clothes suddenly appeared on him, and his brain registered that nothingness had transformed into something. Feeling a bulge in his sleeve, he reached ...with his hand and quickly pulled the object out. A small mirror appeared in his hand, and he brought it up to his face to examine his face in the ghostly reflection. Somehow, it appeared he looked different to what he remembered. With hair now blonde, not brown, his eyes grey not black, and now with two eyes brows instead of that peculiar mono. "So, do us Santa Rosans root for the Giants?" I asked, nodding at the game. The San Francisco Giants were playing the Cincinnati Reds at Candlestick Park – excuse me AT&T Park, as the TV broadcast reminded me."We do," most of us," Ken told me. "A lot of Santa Rosans are from someplace else, so they also root for the home team of wherever they're from, but for the most part we're Giants fans. Not looking good for us so far today, though. Our ace Lincecum is pitching but we're already down 3-zip. She slowly backed up onto my cock. She reached below her pussy and massaged my balls as she twerked on my dick. I grabbed her thighs and slammed myself against her. After a few hard thrusts, she pushed me off and moaned loudly into my pillow and she rubbed her pussy and squirted all over my towel on the floor. I grabbed her and laid down with her ass facing me. She started riding my dick hard. I felt the whole walls shaking. Her ass jiggled with every bounce. I tried hard not to cum. She looked. ” I said.“I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. I have to say you made this old man’s day letting me rub lotion on you. You have a spectacular body.” Mr. Fredrick said reaching out to my arm.“You’re not old, you’re in great shape.” I turned around showing him my body.“So has my son been enjoying that great body of yours?” Mr. Fredrick asked rubbing my arm and shoulder.“Not the way you’re thinking, it was hard enough to get him to kiss me. I was starting to wonder if he was your son or.