"Wait," cried the coach. "That ain't no way to pitch." He walked out to the mound. "This ain't softball, girl. You don't have to show 'em the ball lik...e that. Just get set at your belt, step out there and crank it." He smiled at her. "Keep your right foot on the rubber, other foot can start anywhere I guess, even behind it if you want. Wherever." He sniffed. "You're kind'a long-legged ain'cha?"Jean nodded and pitched, leaping off the rubber and concentrating on her follow-through, snapping her. Phir ham dono mere bike men mardir keliye nikal pade . Hamara gharse mandir 2 km tha. Pinky mere piche bethri thi aur unka boobs mere pith per touch horehithi.off kya bolu dosto….. Mujhe bahat maja arahatha .usi time mene thik karliye ki men use jarur chodunga.Ap sabhi jantehey usitime garmiki din chal rahatha.humdono hamare chatka upar bethethe.usitime pinky ne boli ki men mera books chat ki upar leaiti hun aur yehi beth ke padhai karenge aur batbhi. Pinki apna books leyai . Hamara chat ka. She looked even more beautiful now. I took those boobs in my mouth and sucked them and she was moaning in pleasure,I was rock solid hard and she took my shaft in her hands and started stoking it gentle movements. I took here in my arm and moved towards the bed I laid her down and climbed up her and started kissing her again. I went down again to here neck and then to her boobs. She was a heavy mouner and it was almost loud. I slowly moved down and kissed her inner tight and then here pussy. She. This was obviously his new limit.I played with his hole for a while, savouring the open looseness of it, fantasizing about him taking my father’s cock, or my grandfather’s, and them appreciating the work we’d done to prepare him.We fucked him some more, but we were starting to get worn out now, so we took turns with our hands to try and stretch him further. Once, while I was fingering him, Nick reached in as well and our fingers played together inside him.Finally the day came to an end, and we.