I had talked to him about the need to do something different on the third time through the line-up, and he actually understood the concept."Anyhow, go... see Johnson; he'll be catching. Gimme at least three good innings, hear? Five'd be better. Wanna rest some people y'know"I nodded, sought out the big catcher, and he and I sat with the pitching coach, a grizzled old National Leaguer who still chewed Red Man tobacco. We went over the Braves' line up."Now don' let that smart-ass bastard beat you,". We had permanent smiles whenever we were together, people remarked how our eyes lit up whenever the other walked into the room, many attested to hearing us making love, yes I remember that, how could I forget that passion, often twice a day even after twenty five years together. Yes often twice a day until that birthday. It was a Friday remember. As always, on your birthday I would take the day off, especially if I was working lates or nights, if I was on earlies I would take the day after off.. I regain control of our rhythm, bobbing my head up and down furiously. My finger begins stroking that small stretch of skin at the same pace, and almost instantaneously he tenses beneath me and comes, emptying himself down my throat in uneven and sloppy strokes, my name reverberating throughout the tall room.I ride out his waves of passion, swallowing eagerly, and when he ceases to shake beneath me I withdraw, kissing his tip before sitting back on my heals. Licking my lips with a sated smile,. Please fuck me." "Are you my slut?" "Yes damn it. I'm your slut. I'm your mother fucking slut. Now fuck me!" I picked up the pace. My thrusts were faster and harder. "Yesss, that's what I want. Fuck me you son of a bitch, fuck me hard!" I started ramming my cock in and out of Amy's cunt. While I was confident this was what Amy wanted. I was still nervous about doing it and I was paying close attention to how she responded. Amy's response was immediate. "That's right Michael, fuck me! Fuck me.