They were humongousand round, sticking out like a shelf in front of him. Even hanging hugeand heavy as they did, they seemed to project at least eight... inches fromhis chest and felt like they weighed fifteen pounds each. Roy's back wasalready starting to ache. He rubbed the small of his back and archedbackwards slightly to get some relief, and in the mirror it looked likehe was a girl at a county fair proudly presenting two massive prize-winning cantaloupes.His hand came up to his breast and he. "Listen," Paul said, "I know this guy is right-handed, but he's not normal. He hits righties better than lefties, and he gets tied in knots against lefty junk-ballers like you!" He creamed me in Baltimore." Forget it!" Paul demanded. "Even a stopped clock is right, twice a day. I'm telling you, this rookie can not hit your stuff! He cannot! His record proves it. It's not a fucking hunch, it's a fact!" What if this is the second time?" I asked.The plate umpire was coming out to see what. I want you to finger your cunt.” There wasn't a gasp this time, not the barest of one. Instead the sound was one of a muffled moan. That's when she knew they were indeed sharing the same desires and that she could take it further. “Not only do I want you to rub it, I want you to call it a cunt as you do.” The moan louder, no attempt made to cover it this time. “Say it.” “...S..sa..say what? “Tell me you want to rub your cunt for me.” A long release of held breath passes from the other end.. Trevor opened the wooden bathroom door, it was large, with 10 feet wall length bench and a sink, toilet, and a dim red light. “I want to eat you out”, Trevor said, lifted me with his strong arms and had me sit on the bench. He started kissing me as he rubbed my clit, then kissed my shoulder, navel button. He locked his green eyes into my big blue eyes, slowly lifted my skirt, smiled, and buried his head between my legs, licking my ass hole, circling around my clit, and poking his tongue and his.