That stupid Philips pulled a hamstring."I stretched some, threw him a few easy tosses, some overhand, some side arm and a few submarine."You ready?" h...e asked."Always ready," I said, shaking the kinks out of my right arm and rotating my hips. I did a couple of knee bends out of habit and wished I had not.He whistled shrilly, waved his big glove toward the dugout and then said. "You got the next three innings."When the time came, I stepped carefully across the foul line, which some smart guys. Before I can even ask what, I feel your fingers brushing up on my clitoris, just as deliberately and calculatedly. As I let you know with a breathy tone that it's definitely more than okay now, you comment how glad you are then. You want this to be for both of us, as much as possible. I feel you pick up the pace inside of me and soon after I've reached an orgasm, you have as well. I remind you that you can finish inside of me this way. You thank me for the reminder and I feel you stop as you. " What happened to yours?" I asked, half-asleep."Can't find 'em." Okay."Kat slipped into my jeans and attempted to leave the steamy tent. "What the fuck is up with this tent?" she asked."Huh?" I said between yawns."There's no way out."We looked around, and realized that in the throes of passion our tent had tipped over on its side. We got a good laugh over that before Kat left to pee.When she got back I was lying on my back. She curled up next to me, put her head on my chest, and intertwined. Finally Bob slumped over me breathing like a locomotive. I let him lie on top of me for a while, feeling his heart pounding against my chest, and his dick throbbing inside me. Then after a bit I whispered in his ear, "I need it again Bob, I need you to fuck me again, please." He looked sideways at me but I just smiled and kissed him, gently pushing him away from me. "C'mon Bob, do me again, I know you can, please Bob I want it doggy style this time." I climbed onto my hands and knees wiggling.