Once in the room we got down to business. I soon realized I was going to be the center of attention. Standing by the bed, Roy came up behind me, putti...ng his arms around me and cupping my breasts and kissing my neck. OMG! That got me hot and hard in my panties. The other gurl who we just call her ML got down on her knees in front of me. She slid her hands up my thighs under my dress. Reaching the waist band of my pantyhose she pulled the hose and my panties down to my ankles. My clitty was rock. The Japanese pitchers don't worry as much about pitch counts as Americans, but our manager shared the view of most American baseball men that Japanese pitcher-handling philosophy, and their training methods in general, were overzealous and potentially harmful to a pitcher's health. So Shiggie came out, even though he looked fresh and ready to continue. Our closer, Freddie Gonzalez, preserved the shutout.We were now 16-11 in May, not too far behind the Fucking Yankees, and getting a little. She may have been pretty, for she had a well shaped oval face, but too much makeup made it hard to tell what lay beneath. Her eyebrows had been plucked and dark, artificial ones painted on with exaggerated arches like the wings of a raven taking flight. Her eyelids were rubbed to a dark brown and her lips and cheeks reddened with lees of wine, or perhaps blood. She looked over the two youths, a hand on hip. One had curly, black hair over a hooked nose, angular face and close set brown eyes. "Ohhhh...mmmmmmmm...uhhhhhhhhh...", I moaned as the last of the contractions subsided and I relaxed under a wash of chill hormones flushing my bloodstream. Our fingers remained inside each other as we came to rest. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at her pretty face, still inches from mine. Her eyes looked down to my lips and I felt the gravity between us grow to a peak until she came in for a soft, sweet, long, sensual kiss. I welcomed it, her mouth massaging and comforting my achy soul. I.