I pull in the driveway with my truck and spot her laying back yard. I reached for my bino’s that were in the glove box kept there for checking o...t the local white tail situation and I get and eyeful of her massive melons glistening in the sun I look beyond her and see her admirer standing just shy of the treeline with his hand on his exposed cock. I ge tout of my truck slowly and easily close the door so I don’t spook him just like watching a buck. I walked up on her and stood over. .." I was lost and confused, but I hoped I could talk him out of what he wanted me to do."Maybe you just need another kiss, baby." With that, I crawled hard against the passenger side door -- a kiss was something I didn't need (or want) or want -- fuck, I just wanted out of his car. "Or maybe, you'd like to kiss something else?" With that, he looked down at his dick and back up at me with a smile; a smile that brought chills."Fuck you...fuck...fuck you..." I knew that was the wrong thing to say. " "I don't talk about you like that," I corrected her, leaning my head back. She grabbed another glass. "I gotta call bullshit there. Let's go to the source, Jenna, does he talk shit about me?" Shyla pondered, looking at Jenna. "I'm sorry, but I gotta support my husband here," Jenna made clear, while grinning and rubbing my leg. "Oh, she is a keeper, where did you two meet anyway? You two weren't meant to be a one night stand, were you?" Shyla wondered, handing Jenna a wine glass. Shyla sat. “Strike three! Yer out!” Carie sprung up on her toes and slapped her glove. “Yes!” she whooped. “Sit your ass down, bitch!” ‘Popeye’ glared at her as he dragged his bat back to the bench. She was damn competitive, as well. The big guy gave her a what-the-hell sort of glare. Like she gave a fuck. Her team clapped and cheered her on. Only one more out to go and the game was over. Carie wasn’t really thinking about the score, not the one scrawled in chalk on the scoreboard anyway. Her thoughts.