But it is a baseball bromide. There's no use quoting any additional ones about the importance of the current standings. Those two we've already talked... about are the best we've got. They've served us well since who-knows-how-far-back? Even if Yogi Berra really was the first one to say 'It ain't over 'til it's over, ' well, he said it over fifty years ago."And that 'playin' 'em one game at a time' thing? I'll bet that one's been around for a hundred years, at least!" You seem pretty casual about. He moved his mouth back to her hot pussy and began kissing her swollen clit. Her hands were still bound by him under her own body and she had never been this turned on before in her life. She loved feeling helpless, and at that moment, would have let him do anything he wanted to her. Her pussy was moving up and down harder, and the grip he had on each of her wrists got tighter. Looking at her and tasting her drove him crazy and neither of them could take it much longer. His cock was throbbing. I can still remember the day the train went off the rails. I can actually remember the second. I'd just brought in the mail and dropped it on the table. Two of the envelopes were invitations for Dana and me to attend our ten year reunion. I immediately dropped mine into the trash. I was surprised when Dana looked at me as if I was crazy and fished it out, wiping the dirt off of it."What are you doing Stevie?" she asked."Dana, I fucking hated high school," I replied. "I see no reason to go back. If she opened her eyes they wouldn't see much because her adorable 14-year-old face was pressed into the mattress covers. The only thing the young teen could do was cry, and blubber, and play with her pussy.Yes, her right arm was lying beneath her squashed body, threatening to go numb. But her hand was between her parted legs at an awkward angle anyway, barely giving her the ability to tickle her peach-fuzzed mound. She was also soaking wet down there, a detail that hadn't gone unnoticed to the.