Pete turned his attention to his struggling captive and shook him.“Stop struggling or I will close your windpipe until you lose consciousness,” he... threatened, staring at him eyeball-to-eyeball. The scrawny man ceased struggling.“You are trespassing on private property and as far as I know everything about your person may not belong to you and possibly stolen from my friends, our hosts. Do you have a receipt for this camera and camera bag on you?”The man looked at him terrified.“Well?” Pete. Keira had taken the sport route and become the school's baseball captain two years in a row. Part of it has to do with her being a 6'4 toned giant, but to contradict this label she has weapons of her own, double DD breast to die for, a curvy ass to love, and two well crafted thighs to die between, she emitted power and feminimity at the same time. Diana was not that different besides the fact instead of playing baseball she played volleyball, same as she was also a captain and same in that. “I hope not,” Sandi replied. “Mom would be crushed.”The conversation waned for a few minutes, and I watched as neither Sandi nor Rachel said a word at that point. Then, Rachel said,“Go with me into the house.”Sandi stood up and started for the house with Rachel beside her. I quickly retreated to my office.I heard the dinette door open and both girls stepping into the house.“I gotta pee,” Sandi declared as she headed into the guest bathroom. I stuck my head out of my office and looked for. In the bathroom, I pondered what I should do. Do I tell Cindy and leave?Do I tell her and ask if I can stay? It was late and I was tired. It wasa good forty-five minute drive home; I really didn't want to go. I feltbadly that what I had to say would shock Cindy and forever change ourrelationship. It wasn't fair! Maybe I should just chance it and not sayanything? No! I had to tell her. Finally, I decided to get changed, tellher, and offer to sleep on the sofa. Carefully, I hung up my skirt.