When a small smile finally touched her lips, I picked her up in a hug and swung her around.“I’m going to pee!”I let her go and she smacked me.�...�If you’re done flirting with the batgirl...” Coach Kingwood said.“Yes, sir.”“Take the lineup to the umpire.”He’d kept the lineup of the first game under wraps. I think he gave it to me so I could share it with the team. I made a loud whistle to get everyone’s attention and waved them in.“Coach gave me the lineup,” I told them when they gathered. I had been gently rubbing her arms, and it helped calm her.“Very good! See how easy it is to get along when you want to? Now, baby, what’s your name?”She was getting a little confidence back, and I got a glimpse of her temper. “Stop calling me baby! My name is Gary, and I’d like to leave now.”I grinned. “Your name can’t be Gary, baby. That’s a man’s name, and you are definitely not a man. You’re more of a little girl, just a woman, waiting to happen. I think I’ll call you Carrie. Yes, that. She's blonde and works out a lot.Anyways I was 16 at the time, and my aunt was 30. My dad and my uncle decided to have a guys week out camping, so my aunt was home alone. My mom decided it would be a great idea if we stayed with my aunt for the duration of my dad and her husband's trip. Naturally, I was ecstatic. Being a horny teenager, and having a hot aunt lead to her being in my mind a lot when masturbating.When we arrived at her house and she answered the door, my breath was quite literally. Iowa, was the informed destination. I wasn't to pleased as I hadn’t been home long since my last trip but he told me it was a good assignment. I went back to my desk with the briefing pack, opened it, IOWA!!! I recall thinking not only where the hell is Iowa and what is there to do.So, I thought, time for Mr Google to do it’s thing and after 10 mins of browsing the only thing worthy of note, from my perspective, apart from the worlds most bendy road and a lot of farming, was the fact it.