“You have to be the eyes of your teammate. If he’s running back to the wall, you need to call it out before he hits the cinder track,” Moose sai...d.“Most high school fields don’t even have that,” Coach Haskins added.At State and the better baseball fields, there was a cinder track along the outfield wall. This was in place for player protection. If you stepped off the grass and onto the cinders, you knew you were right there. The reason they wanted us to warn each other was that if you were going. You. Look. Great. It's a sad fact of life that as many idiots as decent guys are gonna find you attractive, but, to worry so much when you're looking so good..." I trailed off, smiling at her and shaking my head slightly.Belle was looking at me slightly oddly. I hoped I hadn't said anything else that'd upset her and was aware I'd been away from Sheila for about fifteen minutes now. What if someone else was making a move on her? She did look great and was well up to party tonight. I was. Let him sniff your hand, honey."I was prepared to let him sniff more than that, for as long as he wanted. Mr. Clean gave the dog slack and, nails screeching on the linoleum, Chef Fido lunged at me."Hole-ee-shit!" Scampi cried. "Would you look at that!"I held my hand right in front of my cunt and the sweet dog bathed it in his hot drool. Ooh. he was a darling. I could tell from the way his nostrils flared that it wasn't just my hand he was sniffing, either. His pom-pom of a tail was wagging and. She swept both of them across her pussy and back to her breasts, squeezing both of them hard, pulling on her nipples, forcing her back to arch from the chair.Both hands slid slowly back to her pussy, and she used each one to pull back on her labia, opening her inner core to display, her clitoris visible at the top. She rubbed one finger over her clit, and cried out at the sensation, her hips lifting off the chair. She did it again a moment later, once again crying out. She let go of her labia.