.something''you are a cool boy, you live alone here?''''yes i do''''nice tv ''''thanks i can put it on''setting it on to some music channelthe room fi...led with smokeboith at my side on the couchsharing 2 spliff i rolled for themi was stone and a bit drunk feeling warm we finished the joints i look right Mike pulling me on him ''hey what you doing''postiotionning me between his legs holding me agaisnt himkissing my neck''ohhhh what the fuck....''his big hands on my small cock getting hard under. I was feeling excited without becoming erect. Fingers touched the fringe of her tawny bush, hands still trembling at how close that tempting jungle was to her secret entrance. Was there a vague spasm in my groin? Was my cock recovering with this new excitement?Almost automatically, my hand moved lower, so my fingers were ploughing through that curly triangle. Could I explore deeper? My hand bypassed her pubes and drifted to her upper thigh. The smoothness of the skin there was unbelievable,. He threw the ball down the hall and she turned to chase it down. Looking over at Ling, Ed said, “She’s a totally different person than Little John, Beth, and William.”Ling watched as Betsy came back with the ball and handed it to Ed who then pretended to examine it. Betsy danced nervously for a minute and then said, “Throw it.”Smiling, Ed threw the ball down the hall and Betsy chased after it emitting a loud squeal of delight. He laughed as she ran past it and then had to wait for it to come to. He knew how to pitch, not just throw. And he listened and worked hard. I had talked to him about the need to do something different on the third time through the line-up, and he actually understood the concept."Anyhow, go see Johnson; he'll be catching. Gimme at least three good innings, hear? Five'd be better. Wanna rest some people y'know"I nodded, sought out the big catcher, and he and I sat with the pitching coach, a grizzled old National Leaguer who still chewed Red Man tobacco. We went.