You wanna see?She asked her mom and it was quite evident she was excited about it.Jenny: sure honey, if you really want to show me.Becky: ok wait he...re.She stood up with a flash of excitement and practically ran up the stairs into her room. She opened her wardrobe and scanned through her shoes picking which ones to wear. She really wanted to show her mom that she could look like a grown up. She picked out a pair of silver strappy heels and had them on in a flash and was down stairs. Fastball again?I watched her bend low and realized she dipped her head a little. Sinker. I connected again, this time sending it to left field. Two hits in a row.“Two men on and no outs. You figure something out,” Franco asked.“I think so. I think she’s going to pitch me outside at least once, maybe twice now,” I answered and was spot on. She threw two fastballs in a row, both just outside the box and low. She didn’t like getting hit.“I feel a changeup coming,” I said and proceeded to swing so. You can never see it because of the way she's always worn her hair, you have to be nibbling on it to know. And that birthmark on her pussy? If she didn't shave you'd never know it was there. Lately she's decided to grow enough hair to shave a little heart and cover it up. It's like five o'clock shadow when you go down on her, it's so bristly."I was reeling. The bump and the birthmark were there, and she was letting it grow out to form the heart."I'm doing her at least twice a week, he bragged.. She pushes me into the chair and promptly instructs me to empty my pockets so she doesn’t get hurt. After that point she starts dancing on me and her experience was evident. She would lay on me and then slide off and the look up at me with shimmering blues eyes as she lavishly through her platinum blonde hair back. She then sat on my lap and started rubbing her breasts in my face the feel of her soft skin and the delicious smell of female sweat and some mysterious perfume got me going again..