"Relax Carol, I just want some of this cock, " said Brenda as she stroked Duncan back to full erection."I think we need this desk now, " said Brenda p...shing a dazed Carol out of the way and bending over Duncan's desk herself."Fuck me, Duncan," said Brenda thrusting her shapely arse towards him and Duncan looked at Carol open-mouthed."Better do what she says," said Carol thinking logically but not as a woman who might be about to lose her lover.Duncan looked at Brenda's backside and her cunt. But these weren't "aging veterans." They were, for the most part, established stars in the absolute prime of their careers. Their great center fielder, Jim Edmonds, had retired the previous year, but they still had the monstrous slugger, Albert Pujols -- clearly a Hall of Famer in waiting, and Scott Rolen, the third baseman who had, in the past few seasons, fulfilled all his early promise as a potent offensive force.They had a left-hand hitting center fielder -- Edmonds' replacement -- who had. Her tongue rolled against mine. She held me in her arms and laughed with excitement. I stoked her long dark hair. We kissed each other's necks. She told me I had pretty ears. She didn't flinch when I casually made a pass at her breasts. I wanted them so badly.She must have known because she smiled and lifted her shirt over her head. I trembled when she undid her bra. They were more beautiful than I had ever imagined. I touched them lightly. Delicately. I held them in my hand and felt their firm. I lifted her off me and stood up right behind her. My cock had slipped out of her pussy but as I rose, my little slut Miss Brodie took it in her hand and was jerking me off while I fondled her tits. "Lets go inside so I can properly fuck you." I whispered in her ear.All she could do was grunt a deep "Yes master."I did up my pants and told her to pull her long t-shirt down that it would cover enough of her ass to allow her to go inside. Just as she tried to protest, I reminded her who was boss.