She quickly opened the belt andthen his pants. Only to reveal ..."Those aren't mine," Arnold quickly said. "I mean. They were boxer shortswhen I left ...the house. One of those crazy people flung a spell at me and..." ... now you wear pink panties," Katherine completed his sentence. "Iwish I could say it is the first time hearing that, but sadly thoseunderhand tactics are common among the power hungry Whissie covens. Nowlean back and don't move."He did as told, but jumped as she grabbed his dick.. Chopra pulled her hand back. I could feel her hand as it stroked my bottom and then she was pulling my panties down. Her hand was back and it stroked my little, bare bottom. "Bend over, Jahnavi," Mrs. Chopra told me. "Bend over and spread your legs for me."This was really weird, I thought. I would never have expected anything like this from Mrs. Chopra, and yet, even though I didn't know what to expect, I did what she told me to. My breaths came in quick little pants as I bent over and put my. No fog-up problems, no obscured vision. As long as I turned toward the pitcher and didn't get blinded by the goggles' frames, I was good.Since I'd always had an extremely open stance, more or less facing the pitcher, the protruding frames of my rubber goggles didn't create a problem. I may have looked ridiculous, but I wasn't posing for the cover of Sports Illustrated.Not yet, anyway.I met the pitching coach one morning, ten days after the beaning, for batting practice at Camden Yards. I found. I was amazed at how soft yet firm they felt, and could not resist the temptation to take each succulent nipple into my mouth, sucking and nipping lightly at each. She quietly moaned as my lips would twist the sensitive buttons, which spurred me on to making each attack with my lips a little harder, a little more aggressive each time. Encouraged by her moans and squirming, I continued down her torso, kissing and licking her belly heading to Graceland. She led the way, sliding her pajama bottoms.