‘I’m going to take a quick shower. Can you just lay stay here on the bed? I promise I’ll be quick.’ ‘Sure.’ It was barely audible. I was ...so nervous and excited. She gave me a peck on the forehead, then bounced (that’s the best way I can describe it) into the bathroom. She gave me a smile as she closed the door behind her. It wasn’t long before I heard the shower turn on and the door close. Now time was dragging. Looking at the clock, I saw it was 8AM. I’d been in her house for 30 minutes, yet. .. legal shit ... Lawyers!“No,” I said, “I’m busy.”“You’re driving! How busy can that be?”I knew how to shut her up, “If you must know ... I’m talking to the voices in my head.”If she could get any farther away she would be outside hanging on to the mirror ... or not.“Look, you guys can handle Karen ... can’t you?”“Really?” I said ... after all, it was in for a penny in for a pound.I looked at the bloody mess in the front seat, a cigarette paper wouldn’t find room between her body and the door.. .. backwards. I turned my body inwards, and the ball punched my right in the thigh.Two silent screams erupted through my body - one from the gratefully tensing point of impact, the other from my hands, which had clenched tightly around the handle of the bat. The red light appeared again. Sixteen pitches left.I should explain that sixty-five miles per hour is about the fastest a softball pitch can get. It's the speed they pitch in the Olympics and the World Series. But since the pitcher's mound. I hugged her tightly as our breasts brushed together; I heard a low moan coming from her mouth. I kissed her neck and slowly made my way down to her breasts. I rotated my tongue around her nipples. Her soft moans kept my pussy sopping wet. While I was caressing and licking her breasts I took my free hand and begun removing her silky shorts. Exposing a black, what looked like pleather G-string? She took my arm and showed me back to her room. I took out a strap on I had brought with me. Her eyes.