Mmmm-mmmm! Vern'll be eating good tonight!With gear in hand, he attached it all to Mindy's saddle, along with his prize, and headed home.About halfway... back, Mindy stopped and squatted slightly. "Ya' okay, girl?" Vern asked.Mindy could only grunt with the bit in her mouth, but a moment later, he heard her pass wind and drop some turds onto the ground between her legs. Vern sat there in the saddle, patiently waiting for Mindy to finish her business, then kicked her to motion when she straightened. She was given a pitch pipe. First, she sang a solo, then she led the 16 in a choral rendition until they sounded like some of them knew it. Then she called on each pledge to sing a solo. Some, she noted the names, could produce something reasonable with nothing but the first note. Some couldn’t get the second note right having been given the first. Two couldn’t even duplicate the first note when the pitch pipe had given it to them.She decided to delegate. She split the best singers into two. “That feels so good, mom! I love it! Keep stroking me, mom! Keep stroking me!”Karen kept up the pace of her stroking her son’s cock. Danny was panting very heavily as he felt his own mother’s hand strokes all over himself. His panting only motivated Karen to increase the tempo of her stroking his cock and that also increased her enthusiasm as she knew her own son was enjoying it very much.Danny had played with himself many times when he was alone in his room. But his own mother’s stroking. I now had a modest, seven-game hitting streak going, and my average was back to .377 for the season.We were leaving the next morning for a four-game series in Boston. Our final game against Detroit was in the afternoon, so the evening was free. When Sandy once again didn't answer her phone in person, I drove out there. It was only 5:30 p.m. when I knocked on her door.Sandy didn't seem too surprised to see me."Hey, Sandy! I've got you an airline ticket, here, to Boston!" I haven't agreed to go.