Rick put the satchel on the bed and opened it. He withdrew something that looked similar to a saddle but it had an electrical cord attached to it. He ...put it down on the floor near the window and plugged it in. It made a slight whirring sound. He took a remote out of the satchel, pressed a button, and the whirring stopped. Then he reached into the satchel again and removed what looked like a dildo. He walked over to the saddle and screwed it into a hole in the saddle. Oh my God! I had seen one. Both of us were running in terrific rhythm and then slowly I began feeling the warmth inside me. Did he cum? The decreased pace and his heavy breathing answered my question. Now was his time to collapse on me. He still continued to enter me slowly until his meat turned flaccid.We continued to kiss each other and bite each other trying to leave naughty marks.After about ten minutes we got up, wiped out all the cum and looked for our dresses which were lying all around on the floor. I found my. His wife Sandra seemed to take pity on a young wayward bachelor and offered me a standing invitation to dinner a couple of nights a week which I had gratefully accepted.When I had told them that I had met a girl they seemed happy for me but teased me for getting soft since getting out of the Navy."You just need more wild sea stories to tell, eh?" John had chuckled.That's why when Sandra started asking about this mystery girl it didn't seem that strange. She had been taking care of me like a big. But, as a rule, the northern schools aren't as prominent in baseball, and it's murder, trying to play ball in March and April, up in Ohio.So UAB had suited me better. But I didn't kid myself that it was Stanford. Neither was Ohio State like Stanford. I guess, truth be known, even back when I was coming out of high school, the recruiters from places like Stanford had looked at me and said, "Nope. Too much of a long shot."I guess I had been a fifth-round draft choice, even way back then.Anyway,.