The cozy, intimate setting and the scaled-down ballpark amenities made for a completely novel experience. Inez, who had no horse in this particular ra...ce – the Yankees cap perched atop her head spoke to that – nonetheless was enough of a fan of the game of baseball to thoroughly enjoy the day. As for me, the fact that my team ended up losing the game did little to spoil the outing. Just like all spring training games, it was meaningless, at least in the sense of winning or losing. It was the. " I wriggled down a little so I could push my ass cheeks up and apart, and opened my cunt lips. I wanted him to see what he could have and use. Having the blindfold on made it easier for me. "You're dripping for me aren't you?" he teased. "Yes, you make me so fucking wet," I breathed. With that, he pushed a finger deep into my cunt making me moan loudly in surprise as much as pleasure. "A wet but tight slut all for me to use?" "Yes!" I heard rustling, he was undressing. And then some more. With6 women in the house at the moment (5 after tomorrow) I knew the angst ofgetting an uninterrupted shower and wanted to seize the opportunity whileit availed itself to me.Once back in the bedroom and stripping out of my clothes from yesterday,I put on my brunch coat and grabbed my towel and toiletry bag then headedback towards the bathroom, amazed that my mother could sleep in a roombeing as bright as this one was.This morning though, someone had foiled my plans! On walking towards. He, of course, blamed her for Allan leaving and somehow convinced himself that she had also somehow manipulated the father into abandoning his son as well. Coupled with his self consciousness about the ugly scar across his face which sometimes made him the butt of cruel jokes at school, it was enough to cause lack of respect and ridicule to turn to abject hatred.While slowing for a stop light, she wondered what might have been if she hadn't been so despondent that day after saying good bye to.