Sindhu.I was born and bought up in an very orthodox family and from the young age i knew i was very attractive , i could sense guys ogling my body and... deep down a sense of shiver use to pass when i imagined what they would do with them selves in the night thinking about me , well i am naughty inside but never had the courage to experiment , both my parents were working and this is a time when i was in college and when i was at home alone which was most of the time i use to browse internet with. They both looked like they were trying to get orgasms from the bubble jets. I came up behind Beth, played with her boobs, and presented an almost stiff penis between her legs. She moaned in gentle delight. Hey, no lie, I was having fun too. Chrissy wanted and got the same treatment. I watched my ladies enjoying themselves.It was time. I turned off the jets.“I want my ladies to be happy. Not just here but for the rest of your lives. I know you hate your parents. I think I know why: money. Money. Jim Hickey, the pitching coach, wanted us to do the whole warm-up thing that included more stretching, some long toss, then throwing off the bullpen mound. He knew I had already warmed up with Scott, but also knew that I enjoyed practicing my pitches. The only thing that wasn't working right was my back door slider. I stayed with that pitch and slowed it up at first, but it wasn't biting. A slider is supposed to be a little faster of an off-speed pitch similar to a curve, but thrown. Carol looked at the photographer’s smiling face first, now he was close up she could see he was actually an inch taller than her, which was unexpected, she would have sworn he looked shorter, smaller somehow. Then she looked at the tiny screen. There she was, a very clear close up of her face, in three-quarter view, her eye moist, with a single teardrop formed in the corner, frozen in that moment before the surface tension burst and launched a stream down her cheek. If it had been anyone else.