Maybe years. Isn’t that normal when your Dad dies? Can’t you all just fucking leave me be?For most of Emily’s life, her father had just been thi...s roguish handsome guy who loved fast cars and shamelessly flirted with her mother. Her parents never officially divorced, but they’d been separated for longer than she could remember. Despite that, there was no apparent enmity between them; her mother always seemed to brush off his charming nonsense with good humor.And now he’s just… gone? Forever?It. I had known he would like them; for now, though, he tossed them on the floor of the limo and leaned back on top of me. He started kissing my breasts again, roughly and hungrily. I moaned as he bit my nipples softly; he pressed his tongue against them and started flickering it up and down, encouraged by my panting moans. As he did, I lifted my ass and he slipped both hands back underneath my skirt, lifting it. He pressed his fingers in between my open thighs; I whimpered as he massaged my legs. ” Was my only rebuttal. “Oh ok, well maybe next time right?”“ummmm errrrrr ahhhhh yeahhhh” I said sarcastically walking away. After conversing with Lisa I had lost track of the nameless beautiful smelling woman who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the locker room I silently cursed myself for a missed opportunity to see her face. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the locker room and headed toward the courts. On the way I stopped to grab a swig of water from. Maria surprised us with her skills. She admitted that she played softball at her high school.I let them have their fun, and then Cassidy told me to get serious. Ridge was a very good all-around athlete and had played baseball in high school. I got him in the box and began throwing him actual pitches. It didn’t help that Bill gave him shit about not being able to touch my stuff. Heck, if I hadn’t picked up a bat for over two years, I wouldn’t have done any better.Moose was happy and sent me home.