I have played softball every summer for years. My wife never comes to the games, but I invited Joanne to come. She gave me a look and said, "Maybe- ...we'll see." Now you have to understand that Joanne has wanted to ball me for many years, not because I am movie-star hot, but just because I am married to her sister. Some women are like that.Anyway, two years ago we were playing our final game of the season when I saw Joanne walk over from the parking lot to sit in the stands. She waved and I. But it would be tactically unsound not to verify that." Well, you'll have to do your verification pretty quickly," said Shaw shortly. "We can't simply hover there while you do a leisurely check. Landers go down and they go up and they even go sideways, but they can't sit still in mid-air." I shall be as quick as I can," the colonel said.For the balance of the descent there was virtually no conversation. As Igwanda had expected, both visual and ultrasonic observation revealed nothing of note—no. He looked me up and down, eyes narrowing. I knew that look. I’d seen it on plenty of sex addicts. He was checking me out, but trying desperately not to think about fucking me. I was a pretty little thing. Though I was 29, I usually passed for younger because of my youthful, adorable face. I was skinny, so my c-cups looked nice and round under my thick, white sweater. By black hair was cut short. It curled around the sides, forming points near my cheeks separated by straight bangs cut straight,. .. hack ... haccccckkkkk..." Cheese continues..."OUTSIDE WITH IT! Take this other one with you!! Cheese?!? How could you?!?!" Jo has her turn to question..."OKOKOK ... gimme somethin to spit this in. Gawd, I'm gonna be sick!" Cheese gags..."NOT IN HERE!!! OUT! OUT! OUT! GET OUT!" Jo explodes...Spit..."eww! it's got eyes!" Cheese expectorates..."Hahahahhhaaaa, Cheese, you're so damn funny ... Disgusting! But funny!" Jo laughs..."No! Jo, look ... see ... eyes!" Cheese points..."Oh my goddess! it.