All the others are of shame and pain.My father had a more or less set schedule. He would go to work at the garage by eight in the morning, come home f...or lunch and then be back again at home by evening.Most of his Saturday nights were spent playing poker at home with his two friends Jason and Matt.Since our house was so far away from everything, Mother and I remained stuck day and night inside the house. Dad would take us to town maybe once in three months and even then not to the town that was. The instant the hotel room door closed, you were stripping off your clothes and headed for the bathroom to bathe and shave. I tossed your clothes into a drawer and sat down with a beer to relax, already picturing the evening in my mind, enjoying the thought of your naked body quivering under my control. You finished your bath in record time, emerging from the bathroom all clean-shaven, your erect cock bouncing in front of you. I grabbed my personal bag and walked past you into the bathroom,. We can still play again later"Stephy says as she puts her hair in a ponytail.She got in the tub and got on her knees and started sucking my cock.it didn't take me long to get hard."I want you to fuck me from behind Robbie.Give it to me good and hard"Stephy moans.I bent Stephy over and slowly enter my cock in her pussy.Just as I get a good rhythm the bathroom door opens."God fucking damn you were supposed to wait till after we went to pick up your new car"Michelle says aloud."I am sorry I am so. Jon began to get nervous.Derek looked at Jon to see tell tale signs of his handiwork. Jon was sweating. His cocky look had faded into a nervous one. Derek's confident grin brightened. He knew he had the baseball star just where he wanted him. "Jon, you know what I think?" No," Jon uttered cautiously."I think that while Ryan Costello is a good hitter, he can't field a lick. He doesn't belong at any infield position except perhaps at first ... certainly not at shortstop, where I'll guarantee.