"So, do us Santa Rosans root for the Giants?" I asked, nodding at the game. The San Francisco Giants were playing the Cincinnati Reds at Candlestick P...ark – excuse me AT&T Park, as the TV broadcast reminded me."We do," most of us," Ken told me. "A lot of Santa Rosans are from someplace else, so they also root for the home team of wherever they're from, but for the most part we're Giants fans. Not looking good for us so far today, though. Our ace Lincecum is pitching but we're already down 3-zip. She wasn’t too thin or too fat; perfectly between. Wide hips made her round ass look even more tempting. He then slid out of his sweatpants and threw them to the end of the couch. He smacked her bare ass. First the left cheek, then the right. He did this repeatedly until his eyes couldn’t take anymore and he was ready to beat her pussy up. “Bend over,” Lamont told her. Tracy did so and he said, “Spread your legs, Baby.” Tracy loved how the young man called her Baby. Bent over with her legs. When Lindsey and Vanessa tried to edge around the blocking beast their moves were covered. Gradually the Yowie closed in on the girls and they were shepherded back to the centre of the clearing. Heavy rain was now falling and Grey Beard barked sharply, followed by a gabble of urgent sounds. A strange guttural sound that must have been some sort of command. The two younger Yowie seemed to respond instantly. One of the Yowie grabbed Lindsey and the other one caught hold of the surprised Vanessa. She undid my jeans, I put a hand on hers to stop her, but, she shrugged it off and pulled my jeans down, she knelt down and removed them from one leg at a time. I was now just in my tiny thong in front of another women, this felt wrong, but, right at the same time. Julie reached out and pulled my thong down, exposing me. “I’m glad you’re shaved, I hate hair down here.” she said, I heard her breathe in the smell of my sex, I was so wet. Without warning her tongue flicked out and licked my.