A harmless, typical baseball player’s move, but a clear sign to me. And my first taste of a man’s semen as I gathered Paul’s seminal fluid on a finger tip and cautiously tasted it, smiling as I told him of its sweet, mushroomy taste. He had been deep inside me all this time but I only remembered that as he slowly withdrew and began resumed the cadence of our incestuous love. And Paul needed no persuasion to continue the lessons. He rose and then it was my turn. I wasn’t sure I could even walk home, so I waited while Paul’s team held their regular post-game meeting and analysis, waited until the team broke up and Paul walked over and joined me in the shade. Quickly drying myself I headed to my closet, donned fresh clean underwear and ***********ed a flowery summer dress.
