Moving up at the end of August would be happy news, for the player, and for me as his manager. Moving up in early July would make only the player happ....The Three Amigos -- Orlie, Maria and Gloria -- were in the stands for our first game back in Bluefield. We sat through a long rain delay before whupping up on the Kingsport Mets, 7-2. It was 'way late when the game ended. Before heading for the showers, I leaned over the steel fencing and asked Orlie whether she thought it was too late for me to. I glanced quickly in his direction and noticed he was touching his cock through his shorts. Being watched was definitely a turn on and I started to stroke myself for him.As I did, I looked up and noticed he was looking directly at me. I smiled and said I hope I didn’t wake you I didn’t realize the door was open. He said he heard someone moaning and thought I might be sick so he came to check on me. I then said why don’t you come and join me? Watching porn is fun, but the real thing is always. .. what? Clive? Oh he was the camp boy. Nooo not camp in that way, definitely not camp in that way. He said I had nice tits. Oh Mama, tits isn’t a rude word. It’s just slang, you know. He said... ‘ but by then it would be too late, the matriarch would be on the phone to the ‘action against porn’ or her lawyers and the camp would be no more. Which would be a pity, because these girls, many of them dainty ladies when they arrived, learned to be free-er and happier. Many would surprise their. Throw in a final exam retake tomorrow, a huge keg party tonight and mayhem in the mix, it turns out to be a very long couple of days. So Sarah started her day like any self respecting 20 year old college student would. She reached out with her hand to hit the snooze button and plopped her head back to the pillow. “Is it time to get up already?” spoke a male voice from under the covers. “Not quite, but soon.” She mumbled. A second person stirred in the bed. The covers shifted slightly.