The Baseball Club 2 EDITED
The news from Barbara about the sexual relationships between the moms and team really was astonishing to me. I became very curious after being told this, prompting me to ask her more questions. Barbara replied, “Joann, there’s too much to cover right now, so we’ll have to save it for later”. Barbara needed to freshen up and change clothes before heading to the game. With me wishing I had been part of this thing earlier so as not to have missed so much. The club meetings involving all of them together must have been something. Although time was short, and her wanting to shower. I pressed her one more time. As she began telling me of more things, which had taken place right under my nose. With me saying to her shocked, “Fuck Barbara!”, as the excitement grew inside of me, and myself getting wet as she told me of things which happened, even with me close by sometimes.
Things she said made me think of things written in my journal, which was just fantasy. Like sex under the bleachers during the game. Barbara also told me that, a selected mom, chosen by the players, had to give a JB’s for any home runs. Making Paula go under the bleachers four times in one game. After questioning Barbara more, wanting any details, she finally said, Joann, I need to shower, and we’ve got to get going soon. As she walked away. I sat on the edge of her bed, but never heard the running water. My mind was so deep n thought about what she told me. Shit!, my mind was so much in thought in fact, never knowing Barbara finished with her shower, and already drying off.
Unable even to hear her when she spoke to me a few words until her touching my shoulder, saying, “hey, are you alright?”. “Yes, I’m fine”, telling her as I watched her naked body as she dry herself off, and dressing wearing some sexy undies. My thinking of her, and those thoughts filled my head about what my Tom and Barbara had done together. But it wasn’t until in her SUV that I began asking questions again, getting more answers. Wanting to know how this all started, and how the club formed. What were her thoughts about each player sexually? With Conner, being the roughest, the type to take what he wanted. Truly a strong alpha male. Kathy was the one that put things into motion, which ended up bringing all the girls together. Which would be the clubs formation, where the real fun had begun. From talking with Barbara, it happened at Kathy’s house, where all our sons had been gathering at night with her. Now, knowing as they called her, the biggest whore of them all.
Our sons going over to her place, and it was now becoming a regular thing. The other moms quickly, putting things together, what was taking place. Although nothing was being said about it for weeks to Kathy. Kathy knew what other moms were up to in their own homes. Which is why nothing was being done as things continued going on at Kathy’s. How could other moms say anything since they were having a relationship with each of their own sons? Kathy knew from their telling her during those sex nights. It was Barbara who got all the details from Steve, the entire story, which she shared with the other moms. Barbara didn’t want to admit it, but I detected there was jealousy on her part, and I’m sure with the other moms as well, from what she told me. But jealousy wasn’t the only thing. Envy was there too. I was not judging Barbara or the others, because I would have felt the same way. All that attention from all of them, just for Kathy alone. While I was not thinking of these things during that time, but instead of how they all treated me.
Turns out at the end of one game is when it all came out, after I had already left. When Amanda confronted Kathy directly over the whole situation while sitting there in the bleachers. Then Kathy raised her voice, and told Amanda, “Oh, stop it, Amanda!” I know you have been fucking your son, Ryan. This sent a big” oh shit” through the rest of them. Her outburst spelled it out now, with each of them discovering the other’s intimate secret.
Barbara, who has always been the voice of reason, told the rest of them. They needed to talk about this more, but let’s do it in private, please. The girls gathered over at Amanda’s house. Where they divulged to one another, about their relationships. Sharing each other’s intimate details of their sexual experiences and how they came about. All the girls knew they could not turn back from what they had been doing and had no desire to do so. They were happy now about things finally discovered, and but not being judged for it. Barbara and Kathy came up with the club idea, and the rules for it. The girls knew from Kathy, that I had never had sex with my son, as compared to the other moms. Which is why they treated me as they did, not wanting me to discover their club and the sexual activity. Although Barbara was supposed to get me get me on board, but she never thought the moment was right till now, but with both of us having had sex at her house, and with her own son, which is why she called him with me in her bed that was her chance. When Barbara and I arrived at the game, all the moms sat together. Of course, Barbara was next to me. However, while at the game, my mind was not on the game at all. But more on listening to Barbara tell me more stories. Those stories, made me so horny, and wet, and Barbara knew what it was doing to me. She was playing with me, and giggling about it while telling me, damn her.
Some things she told me were unbelievable and are in my journal as fantasies. Never thinking those things were actually happening so close to home. Now with me a club member, the moms talked freely in front of me, and that isolation feeling was gone. What I didn’t expect was how openly they discussed the sexual aspects of their time with each of the players. I mean, it was now common, for any of the moms to talk about their cocks, or how good they were, comparing each of them. From my thoughts, saying to myself, “Oh my”, while looking at Barbara, her smiling, giggled a bit. Saying to me, “Surprised?, don’t be, it can get even nastier than that sometimes.
But even through all the sexual talk, we all still shouted, cheered and rooted for them to win their game that day. You could feel the excitement building as the game went on, with our team leading. It was not only thought of them winning, but would happen after the game or sometimes during the game. Some moms were excited, because of some personal dares between each other. Which I will have to explain at another time. It must have been like that for them every game, with me never noticing being isolated from the group.
You know, sometimes you never really see things until they hit you in the face, they say. For the first time, my eyes open. Some moms absent, 15 to 20 minutes sometimes during the game, seeing a player leaving after the game, getting into a car, and going off with other players moms. Meaning like, seeing Steve leaving with Paula. Ryan, who is Amanda’s son, was coming with us. Barbara, my son Tom and me. Barbara saying, she was going to give him a ride. Yes, a hard ride, I'm sure, and smiling about it. Yeah, I knew what was on her mind. As we drove to my house, Barbara dropped us off. She said to me, “Enjoy yourself”. She was expecting something from me with my own Tom, because if I would do it with him, the other players would be next.
I was horny now, listening to what had gone on. Thinking of what was going to happen. Ryan, and Barbara sleeping together. But what about me? Would Tom and I be doing it once inside? I didn’t know. Wanting it to happen, but admitting I was nervous, and needing him to make the first move. Once inside, I let things go with the flow, wanting to see what Tom would do. When he spoke, he told me he was going to shower. With me saying only, “ok”, as he went to his bathroom, and I could hear the water running. Being excited, and thinking about what it was going to be like, and I needed to shower myself. Going to my room, and removing my clothes, looking at myself in the mirror, breathing deeper from my excitement. Stepping in, turning the water on, and getting myself good and clean for I wanted to happen..
Taking longer than it should have, missing my opportunity since Tom didn’t come to me. Now, slipping on a skippy pair of panties, and putting on my robe, going into Tom’s room. To my surprised he had redressed, and was combing his hair when I asked him, are you going somewhere? To that he said, yeah, I’m going out, and might be gone all night. Immediately disappointed and just saying “ok”. I turned and walked back to my room, and closed the door. A few moments later, hearing the front door close as Tom must have left. Now feeling alone, sad, and close to crying, but having a crazy idea. I don’t know why, but I called Barbara. She answered, saying, “Joann, is everything alright?, what is it? Hearing grunts in the background. I blurted out,” I’m sorry,” saying to her, and letting Barbara go as I hung up the phone. “Shit!”, that was stupid of me, saying to myself.
Putting my hands to my face, crying into them. What’s wrong with me? Saying to myself. A few moments later, and wiping my face, just wanting, to do some writing. Pulling my journal from the drawer. Starting with what had happened today, and where I found myself now, and my feeling about things. Writing, expressing my feelings so strongly, which were deep down inside of me. But by writing, I was easing the unhappy feeling, the loneliness, but not my sexual desire. Soon my mind could not think about it anymore, had me putting my journal away. Turning the television on to get my mind on other things that I drifted off to sleep.
It was about 10:00 pm when I awoke, and Tom had left nearly four hours earlier. Getting up, checking on him, and if he had come home while I slept. But finding, an empty bed. I smelled his sheets, a strange way to connect with him. Getting in, laying there, thinking of what nasty things he must be doing, but who was it?, and wishing it was me. “Tom, oh, fuck, Tom!”, who are you with tonight?” Was it Kathy, Judy, or maybe Amanda? I was stressing myself again. Which needed to stop, to put my mind at ease, getting back into my bed, to sleep again. But only for a brief spell for the second time. With it now 1:30am. Even though getting some sleep, I needed more. My feelings were doing this to my body. Getting up again, making my way to the kitchen, needing a drink of water. Taking a glass from the cabinet, only to stop, and think. Seeing the kitchen table with a glass, and plate on it, which were not there before going to bed. Saying “What, is he home” to myself.
Putting the glass down, quickly, going to his room. There my son was in his bed, only barely covered, his naked body laid out before me. My eyes lusting down on him, creating over powering desire within me. It was so strong, and me feeling so weak, easily succumbed to it. Seeing his cock as laid to one side. I’m sure it satisfied someone tonight, and I wanted to feel the same. I approached his bed and slipped in beside him. He was very warm, and smelled so good, as if he must have showered, when he got home. The heat, the feel of his body, was making me so wet, and so wanting him. Not being able to stand it any longer, reaching for it. Taking his cock in my hand. Its warmth, its smoothness, and soft feeling made me love it, caress it, and I was going to suck it now for sure.
Stroking his cock as it stiffened quickly, now erect while he started moving his head back and forth in a light sleep, as his breathing was heavier, I placed it into my mouth. Talking him in, going down on that cock, sucking it so well for him, I so wanted to please Tom. My lips sliding down around his shaft, and my hand cradling has balls, gently squeezing them. Never once looking up, but kept my head down as to please Tom and show him my love, and would do anything for him. His breathing was now very heavy, and feeling his hand run through my hair, as he said, “Fuck Amanda” still half asleep. So it must have been her, he had been with tonight. But I too was going to give him everything she had and anything more he wanted.
My head down, him gently running his fingers through my hair while sucking on his gorgeous hard cock, and wanting him to blast his cum in my mouth. Something I had wanted, and expressed throughout journal. Wanting that cum, as he grunted softly, and shifting his hips, thrusting his cock into me, and then a hard moan from him. Sucking down on it, as those balls released their hot prize into my mouth. Feeling the heat hit inside my mouth as I swallowed. Wanting and getting it all, even what was left on my face, as his cock was softening. But I held him, stroking him, and moving my mouth down, smelling the scent of his balls had made me crazy. My tongue licking my tongue licking his sack, sucking that soft skin into my mouth. The heat of pussy, had me voracious. I needed a cock inside of me now.
Stroking him while licking around the head, until saying to him, “Do you love what I’m doing baby” “Oh, fuck, Mom, shit.” “mom I came, he said to me. Yes, and I enjoyed it, sweetie. You tasted so good. I said with a smile on my face. But now, I need it inside me. With me stroking his shaft up and down again, he was quickly hard again. The enormous advantage of having a young man, is that it does not take long for them to get hard. Tom now said, get up on top of me”.
Wasting no time, and getting on top, guiding myself over his cock and using my hand, eased down on it. Oh, fuck! Came from my mouth. Sitting down on it, feeling so good inside my pussy. Squeezing it inside of me, while positioning myself, and putting my hands on his shoulders. Tom had me by my ass. I began riding him. Slowly at first, and then working towards a quicker pace, faster and faster. Plunging down on that wonderful cock. I am embarrassed, telling you this. But during our sex, and without thinking, said, “Fuck me like that whore Amanda!”
Tom then slapped my ass. Fuck! It hurt, but inside of me was leading to a tremendous orgasm. I rode him and rode him, hearing the noise of our bodies together, with feeling how wet he had made me,. Suddenly, so quick an orgasm came, and screaming out, “Oh, fuck yes” very loud a few times. It’s a good thing no one could hear me, or I don’t think so. But our houses are close to one another. Hopefully, the couple next door didn’t hear me that early in the morning, but in that moment of passion and him pumping it up into me with such strength, you're not thinking in the moment what you say, but how you feel.
Here I was having an intense orgasm, squeezing his cock inside me, and he just kept pumping it into me harder and harder. In that moment of such pleasure of him fucking me, he said, “You want to be a whore, huh, like Amanda?”. What he said to me in that moment, and how horny and then his cum blasting up in me, hitting the walls of my pussy, now causing a second intense orgasm, one right after the other, had the words come out of my mouth” yes I want be a whore for you, and your friends”.
That thrusting, blasting his cum inside of me. Giving his mom, the last of his cum he had. Shoving it up inside me hard with such power, holding me as he was grinding his body against mine. Crying, “Oh, fuck, Tom! Make me cum again, and I did a third time. As I was grinding myself too with him on that cock of his. The only sound now was the hard breathing of both of us as I sat with him inside of me. I giggle and lowered down onto him. “Oh, fuck, I love you, baby!” I said to him. It was an extremely hard and intense fuck.
Laying on top of him, happy, so glad it happened. We ended up, on our sides, bodies touching. I could feel his wet cock against my ass. We both enjoyed ourselves, and were happy, his arm over my waist, and sleepy. Laying there, having a moment to think before I dozed off. “Yes, I do, like Barbara, want to be a whore for all of them”.
Things she said made me think of things written in my journal, which was just fantasy. Like sex under the bleachers during the game. Barbara also told me that, a selected mom, chosen by the players, had to give a JB’s for any home runs. Making Paula go under the bleachers four times in one game. After questioning Barbara more, wanting any details, she finally said, Joann, I need to shower, and we’ve got to get going soon. As she walked away. I sat on the edge of her bed, but never heard the running water. My mind was so deep n thought about what she told me. Shit!, my mind was so much in thought in fact, never knowing Barbara finished with her shower, and already drying off.
Unable even to hear her when she spoke to me a few words until her touching my shoulder, saying, “hey, are you alright?”. “Yes, I’m fine”, telling her as I watched her naked body as she dry herself off, and dressing wearing some sexy undies. My thinking of her, and those thoughts filled my head about what my Tom and Barbara had done together. But it wasn’t until in her SUV that I began asking questions again, getting more answers. Wanting to know how this all started, and how the club formed. What were her thoughts about each player sexually? With Conner, being the roughest, the type to take what he wanted. Truly a strong alpha male. Kathy was the one that put things into motion, which ended up bringing all the girls together. Which would be the clubs formation, where the real fun had begun. From talking with Barbara, it happened at Kathy’s house, where all our sons had been gathering at night with her. Now, knowing as they called her, the biggest whore of them all.
Our sons going over to her place, and it was now becoming a regular thing. The other moms quickly, putting things together, what was taking place. Although nothing was being said about it for weeks to Kathy. Kathy knew what other moms were up to in their own homes. Which is why nothing was being done as things continued going on at Kathy’s. How could other moms say anything since they were having a relationship with each of their own sons? Kathy knew from their telling her during those sex nights. It was Barbara who got all the details from Steve, the entire story, which she shared with the other moms. Barbara didn’t want to admit it, but I detected there was jealousy on her part, and I’m sure with the other moms as well, from what she told me. But jealousy wasn’t the only thing. Envy was there too. I was not judging Barbara or the others, because I would have felt the same way. All that attention from all of them, just for Kathy alone. While I was not thinking of these things during that time, but instead of how they all treated me.
Turns out at the end of one game is when it all came out, after I had already left. When Amanda confronted Kathy directly over the whole situation while sitting there in the bleachers. Then Kathy raised her voice, and told Amanda, “Oh, stop it, Amanda!” I know you have been fucking your son, Ryan. This sent a big” oh shit” through the rest of them. Her outburst spelled it out now, with each of them discovering the other’s intimate secret.
Barbara, who has always been the voice of reason, told the rest of them. They needed to talk about this more, but let’s do it in private, please. The girls gathered over at Amanda’s house. Where they divulged to one another, about their relationships. Sharing each other’s intimate details of their sexual experiences and how they came about. All the girls knew they could not turn back from what they had been doing and had no desire to do so. They were happy now about things finally discovered, and but not being judged for it. Barbara and Kathy came up with the club idea, and the rules for it. The girls knew from Kathy, that I had never had sex with my son, as compared to the other moms. Which is why they treated me as they did, not wanting me to discover their club and the sexual activity. Although Barbara was supposed to get me get me on board, but she never thought the moment was right till now, but with both of us having had sex at her house, and with her own son, which is why she called him with me in her bed that was her chance. When Barbara and I arrived at the game, all the moms sat together. Of course, Barbara was next to me. However, while at the game, my mind was not on the game at all. But more on listening to Barbara tell me more stories. Those stories, made me so horny, and wet, and Barbara knew what it was doing to me. She was playing with me, and giggling about it while telling me, damn her.
Some things she told me were unbelievable and are in my journal as fantasies. Never thinking those things were actually happening so close to home. Now with me a club member, the moms talked freely in front of me, and that isolation feeling was gone. What I didn’t expect was how openly they discussed the sexual aspects of their time with each of the players. I mean, it was now common, for any of the moms to talk about their cocks, or how good they were, comparing each of them. From my thoughts, saying to myself, “Oh my”, while looking at Barbara, her smiling, giggled a bit. Saying to me, “Surprised?, don’t be, it can get even nastier than that sometimes.
But even through all the sexual talk, we all still shouted, cheered and rooted for them to win their game that day. You could feel the excitement building as the game went on, with our team leading. It was not only thought of them winning, but would happen after the game or sometimes during the game. Some moms were excited, because of some personal dares between each other. Which I will have to explain at another time. It must have been like that for them every game, with me never noticing being isolated from the group.
You know, sometimes you never really see things until they hit you in the face, they say. For the first time, my eyes open. Some moms absent, 15 to 20 minutes sometimes during the game, seeing a player leaving after the game, getting into a car, and going off with other players moms. Meaning like, seeing Steve leaving with Paula. Ryan, who is Amanda’s son, was coming with us. Barbara, my son Tom and me. Barbara saying, she was going to give him a ride. Yes, a hard ride, I'm sure, and smiling about it. Yeah, I knew what was on her mind. As we drove to my house, Barbara dropped us off. She said to me, “Enjoy yourself”. She was expecting something from me with my own Tom, because if I would do it with him, the other players would be next.
I was horny now, listening to what had gone on. Thinking of what was going to happen. Ryan, and Barbara sleeping together. But what about me? Would Tom and I be doing it once inside? I didn’t know. Wanting it to happen, but admitting I was nervous, and needing him to make the first move. Once inside, I let things go with the flow, wanting to see what Tom would do. When he spoke, he told me he was going to shower. With me saying only, “ok”, as he went to his bathroom, and I could hear the water running. Being excited, and thinking about what it was going to be like, and I needed to shower myself. Going to my room, and removing my clothes, looking at myself in the mirror, breathing deeper from my excitement. Stepping in, turning the water on, and getting myself good and clean for I wanted to happen..
Taking longer than it should have, missing my opportunity since Tom didn’t come to me. Now, slipping on a skippy pair of panties, and putting on my robe, going into Tom’s room. To my surprised he had redressed, and was combing his hair when I asked him, are you going somewhere? To that he said, yeah, I’m going out, and might be gone all night. Immediately disappointed and just saying “ok”. I turned and walked back to my room, and closed the door. A few moments later, hearing the front door close as Tom must have left. Now feeling alone, sad, and close to crying, but having a crazy idea. I don’t know why, but I called Barbara. She answered, saying, “Joann, is everything alright?, what is it? Hearing grunts in the background. I blurted out,” I’m sorry,” saying to her, and letting Barbara go as I hung up the phone. “Shit!”, that was stupid of me, saying to myself.
Putting my hands to my face, crying into them. What’s wrong with me? Saying to myself. A few moments later, and wiping my face, just wanting, to do some writing. Pulling my journal from the drawer. Starting with what had happened today, and where I found myself now, and my feeling about things. Writing, expressing my feelings so strongly, which were deep down inside of me. But by writing, I was easing the unhappy feeling, the loneliness, but not my sexual desire. Soon my mind could not think about it anymore, had me putting my journal away. Turning the television on to get my mind on other things that I drifted off to sleep.
It was about 10:00 pm when I awoke, and Tom had left nearly four hours earlier. Getting up, checking on him, and if he had come home while I slept. But finding, an empty bed. I smelled his sheets, a strange way to connect with him. Getting in, laying there, thinking of what nasty things he must be doing, but who was it?, and wishing it was me. “Tom, oh, fuck, Tom!”, who are you with tonight?” Was it Kathy, Judy, or maybe Amanda? I was stressing myself again. Which needed to stop, to put my mind at ease, getting back into my bed, to sleep again. But only for a brief spell for the second time. With it now 1:30am. Even though getting some sleep, I needed more. My feelings were doing this to my body. Getting up again, making my way to the kitchen, needing a drink of water. Taking a glass from the cabinet, only to stop, and think. Seeing the kitchen table with a glass, and plate on it, which were not there before going to bed. Saying “What, is he home” to myself.
Putting the glass down, quickly, going to his room. There my son was in his bed, only barely covered, his naked body laid out before me. My eyes lusting down on him, creating over powering desire within me. It was so strong, and me feeling so weak, easily succumbed to it. Seeing his cock as laid to one side. I’m sure it satisfied someone tonight, and I wanted to feel the same. I approached his bed and slipped in beside him. He was very warm, and smelled so good, as if he must have showered, when he got home. The heat, the feel of his body, was making me so wet, and so wanting him. Not being able to stand it any longer, reaching for it. Taking his cock in my hand. Its warmth, its smoothness, and soft feeling made me love it, caress it, and I was going to suck it now for sure.
Stroking his cock as it stiffened quickly, now erect while he started moving his head back and forth in a light sleep, as his breathing was heavier, I placed it into my mouth. Talking him in, going down on that cock, sucking it so well for him, I so wanted to please Tom. My lips sliding down around his shaft, and my hand cradling has balls, gently squeezing them. Never once looking up, but kept my head down as to please Tom and show him my love, and would do anything for him. His breathing was now very heavy, and feeling his hand run through my hair, as he said, “Fuck Amanda” still half asleep. So it must have been her, he had been with tonight. But I too was going to give him everything she had and anything more he wanted.
My head down, him gently running his fingers through my hair while sucking on his gorgeous hard cock, and wanting him to blast his cum in my mouth. Something I had wanted, and expressed throughout journal. Wanting that cum, as he grunted softly, and shifting his hips, thrusting his cock into me, and then a hard moan from him. Sucking down on it, as those balls released their hot prize into my mouth. Feeling the heat hit inside my mouth as I swallowed. Wanting and getting it all, even what was left on my face, as his cock was softening. But I held him, stroking him, and moving my mouth down, smelling the scent of his balls had made me crazy. My tongue licking my tongue licking his sack, sucking that soft skin into my mouth. The heat of pussy, had me voracious. I needed a cock inside of me now.
Stroking him while licking around the head, until saying to him, “Do you love what I’m doing baby” “Oh, fuck, Mom, shit.” “mom I came, he said to me. Yes, and I enjoyed it, sweetie. You tasted so good. I said with a smile on my face. But now, I need it inside me. With me stroking his shaft up and down again, he was quickly hard again. The enormous advantage of having a young man, is that it does not take long for them to get hard. Tom now said, get up on top of me”.
Wasting no time, and getting on top, guiding myself over his cock and using my hand, eased down on it. Oh, fuck! Came from my mouth. Sitting down on it, feeling so good inside my pussy. Squeezing it inside of me, while positioning myself, and putting my hands on his shoulders. Tom had me by my ass. I began riding him. Slowly at first, and then working towards a quicker pace, faster and faster. Plunging down on that wonderful cock. I am embarrassed, telling you this. But during our sex, and without thinking, said, “Fuck me like that whore Amanda!”
Tom then slapped my ass. Fuck! It hurt, but inside of me was leading to a tremendous orgasm. I rode him and rode him, hearing the noise of our bodies together, with feeling how wet he had made me,. Suddenly, so quick an orgasm came, and screaming out, “Oh, fuck yes” very loud a few times. It’s a good thing no one could hear me, or I don’t think so. But our houses are close to one another. Hopefully, the couple next door didn’t hear me that early in the morning, but in that moment of passion and him pumping it up into me with such strength, you're not thinking in the moment what you say, but how you feel.
Here I was having an intense orgasm, squeezing his cock inside me, and he just kept pumping it into me harder and harder. In that moment of such pleasure of him fucking me, he said, “You want to be a whore, huh, like Amanda?”. What he said to me in that moment, and how horny and then his cum blasting up in me, hitting the walls of my pussy, now causing a second intense orgasm, one right after the other, had the words come out of my mouth” yes I want be a whore for you, and your friends”.
That thrusting, blasting his cum inside of me. Giving his mom, the last of his cum he had. Shoving it up inside me hard with such power, holding me as he was grinding his body against mine. Crying, “Oh, fuck, Tom! Make me cum again, and I did a third time. As I was grinding myself too with him on that cock of his. The only sound now was the hard breathing of both of us as I sat with him inside of me. I giggle and lowered down onto him. “Oh, fuck, I love you, baby!” I said to him. It was an extremely hard and intense fuck.
Laying on top of him, happy, so glad it happened. We ended up, on our sides, bodies touching. I could feel his wet cock against my ass. We both enjoyed ourselves, and were happy, his arm over my waist, and sleepy. Laying there, having a moment to think before I dozed off. “Yes, I do, like Barbara, want to be a whore for all of them”.
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