Diana turned her face up to my kisses, all the while moving my hand to breasts that were cuppable without being overwhelming.“So how was shopping?�...� I asked as I poured drinks for all. Alyssa and Diana both began giggling. “What?” I asked, afraid I was being a dork.“Ummmmm, I think the manager of the surf shop had to close up after we left,” said Alyssa.“Really?” I asked.“Yes, I think Diana got him too excited.”“Hey, I had some help,” protested Diana.“No, you kept asking him about which bikinis. Cain is always the gentleman in public. He is slow to anger and never raised his voice to me or lost his temper if I made a mistake. Instead, he corrected me quietly but firmly. I was also very attracted to him, and I tried very hard to please him. I looked forward to Mr. Cain's hand lingering on mine or his callused hands brushing the nape of my neck when I sat close to him in a restaurant.Late one Saturday afternoon, my day off, he called me and said, "Mrs. Foster, I've never seen you. My hands are now tracing over your body, face, hair, neck, breasts and thighs. I am drinking in your beauty with my eyes and marveling that such a gorgeous creature as you are should be my partner in this adventure. As I move my hand up the inside of your thigh I sense you turning your thighs slightly outwards to let me explore further. As my hand slowly runs up your thigh I feel you stir against me. This thrill passes through my body and I feel my cock filling with blood. I run my tongue. "I haven't looked it up," Paul continued, "but if they beat us again, it'll be 121 wins, and I'm pretty sure that nobody's ever won 121 games in one season before. I mean, we've only been doing this three-round playoff thing for a few years now. Not too many teams have really had the chance."But, Gentlemen, that's a whole lotta fucking baseball games! They're good -- no mistake!"Well, none of that was news to any of us, but he still had our attention."They've almost never lost three games in a.