. I'm sorry... Sam are you okay?"She had recovered enough to let go of me, and she looked at Brett."Yeah... I'm okay Brett... Thanks for stopping him ...before he got in hereand made it worse..."It was then that Brett noticed me standing there, surprised he asked,"Jordan? What are you doing here?"Shelly stepped in front of me and told him, "He's been helping Sam getready to pitch, and he's helping us out until we get someone to fill infor a catcher..."Still surprised he asked, "Really?"Adrenaline. You know you want to."I did as told.Maurice snorted. "Now I understand. Shit, Cuckie. No wonder you want to watch her get fucked by real men. I'm surprised she agreed to marry you with that dinky pea-shooter."Darryl laughed at that. "Go get the paper," he told Maurice.Darryl slid two fingers deep inside my wife as Maurice left. She moaned through the gag as he twisted them side-to-side. Then he popped them out and wiped them across his bulbous cock head before dragging it a few times along her. Sheshowed him a pair of pink panties with lace dripping round the rear,then pulled them up his legs. They were followed by a half slip,bulked out by lace and crinolines and was secured round his waist bya string tie. She dropped a pink satin dress over his head andzipped up the back once it was settled.He soon realised that what she was putting on him was a French maid'scostume when she tied a small frilly apron round his waist and pinneda small cap on his head. She wound his braids round. I kissed and bit her neck so that she arched her back sticking her nipples in my mouth as she leaned back and grabbed the edges of the tub to get balance and enjoy my mouth pleasing her tits.“Oh fuck baby” “gunna come fer me you stupidly hot ginger goddess” “like thunder, oh fuck me yea, like goddamm thhhunder”I had her slide back into the cooling water and got on my knees and took her deep in my mouth right to the balls and began breathing faster and faster. Finally coming into my mouth.She.