I played softball for all four years of high school. It had my body toned, tight, and really gorgeous. I was slightly tall for my age about 5'8, thick... toned thighs, flat stomach, and lovely young perky breasts. I wore a pink and white polka dot bikini. He wore fitted swim briefs. He was older like in his forties, he had gray hairs on his chest, and he was kind of husky. Well built like a retired football player. His skin was tanned from the Florida sun. He was handsome. Anyway I always caught. She let out a squeal as her pussy made a loud "pop" almost like a starter pistol. Her sticky juice coated his face, as she ground her pussy hard against his tongue and lips. He was pleased that she enjoyed it so much. She then lay back quietly. For a second he thought it was too much and he might have hurt her, but when he moved up and rested his head on her titty, he could her heart beating like a jackhammer.Thinking, well as long as I'm here, he moved his mouth to her pink little nipple and. She cried out, a song of joy and release laced with ecstatic words I couldn't understand, echoing through the forest. Her tasty flavor flowed out of her body into my mouth. It was magical. Her juices covered my chin as the muscles all around her pretty flower tensed in rhythm with her body pulling me into her. Then she collapsed, laying breathless gazing up at the sky.She sat up and pulled me into her where I faced away, reclining into her body like a luxurious chair with my legs apart. Her. “It looks like they just repainted it over the summer. The pink was striking.” They both laughed.“I can’t believe they are still trying that psychological shit from twenty years ago,” Coach Barrett lamented.“Oh sure. But, then again, we did change the way we were going to do things. They’ve already screwed with our plans. Their pseudo-psychiatric trick worked,” Coach Alvarez pointed out as they crossed mid-field toward the other side of the football field. Then he smiled at his friend and.