Suddenly the batter hit a hot grounder to her and she fielded it very cleanly and threw the runner out at first in a very nice play. So she was as goo...d as she looked. The game was very interesting because it showed just how good an athlete Joan is. She hit two homeruns and the announcer said that she was the only girl who had ever hit one out of the field. She was very, very good and looked that way too. Her team won easily. After the game, I started to wander back to my car but Joan spotted me. She breathed, her breath rushing over his cheek just as she felt his warm breath on her, she glanced into his eyes, as she inhaled, breathing in his smell for the first time before she pressed her lips to his, softly, letting them linger and cling as she pulled back, waiting for his reaction. He paused, his warm caressing breath on her face ceasing for a moment before his lips found hers, his other hand moved up to her short hair, his fingers laced through the soft locks, knotting her hair as. “Scarlet O’Hara.” Dracula took her hand, bowed, and brought it to his lips. "I am delighted to meet you, Miss O'Hara," he said. "Scarlet. Please," she corrected. There was something about this man that intrigued Nancy. She liked the way that he stayed in character, portraying the mysterious vampire from Transylvania and not revealing the real man hidden beneath the costume and makeup. She played along maintaining her own persona – that of the coy well bred Southern belle. Nancy sensed an aura. I wanted her so badly. I stepped closer to her. Put my hands gently on that perfect body. She tensed. Every muscle on her trim back clearly defined as she took a deep breath. I reached around and cupped those heavy breasts in my hands, savouring them for a moment under my touch. I slipped my hands from them and ran my fingers over her hips. The touch of my fingers on her black garter and the nylon stockings was like electricity. My cock hardening even more- to the point where it was.