I could have called Josie Fitzgerald to let her know of my misfortune, but I didn't want to.I wanted to tell her in person.I'd tell her after the game...-- the Orioles' game. I decided I'd go to the game, and try to connect with Josie afterward.I could have called her, and maybe wangled a ticket to the game. Josie would have readily arranged for me to pick up a ticket at the Will Call window. I could even have called one of my Orioles teammates, if I'd had a phone number for one or more of them.. She knew we were all watching, but didn’t say a thing. A minute or so in and our friend did everyone a favour and once again turned Anne towards us. On her side, with him holding her leg up, we got to see a full frontal of our female friend. Any thought of her being just “one of the guys” was completely erased at the sight of her pussy taking dick in and out again and again. Our buddy fucked her like that for about 10 minutes, their sex building in intensity before he finally exploded. He came. My fingers dance through my pubic hair as I hear that intake of breath again. I see him begin to take a step towards me and I again hold up the broken bottle and with that he stops. I miss the round hardness of the bottle between my legs but my fingers dance and seek through the wet folds. My hips rise in time to an unknown drum as I press and circle my clit. I can see that he’s moving closer but this time I pretend I haven’t noticed. I want to see his hand moving over his cock. I want to hear. It would get up into the 80’s by mid-afternoon and I’d need to turn on the air conditioning at that point.Jackie, Cindi, and their parents arrived just after 11:00am in Cindi’s family’s station wagon. I gave the Phelans and the Spanoses a tour of the house, listening to repeated comments about how nice of a place it was and how amazed they were that I owned a house like this. The dads took some measurements and discussed options for furniture while the girls and their moms discussed how they’d.