" Pssst," Gary signalled from behind the monitor. "Ask to speakto me," he whispered."What?" I whispered back looking away from the screen and over atG...ry.Gary slapped his face with is hand in frustration.Gary's mother replied, "Can I help you with something? Who didyou want to speak with?" She was beginning to look annoyed.I looked back at the screen flustered, "Is Gary there?"Her face seemed to lighten from its annoyed state quite a bit."No dear, Gary was gone when we got up this morning. I. "Cindy!" Chuck said."Well Cindy! Lets get you into your little dress then go find Betsy Wetsy and that boxes of dresses. Can't be a little girl without a doll right?" Sandy said suddenly excited over the prospect of whatever it was that had a hold of her."OK," Chuck said from underneath the layers of satin and tulle and chiffon that fell over his head.Chuck's head appeared as his arms came out of the puffed sleeves and Sandy's face was near his. He was looking at her now and she looked back not. I arched my back to give him better access as his fingers split my cheeks and his middle finger began pressing against my asshole. Continuing to suck his magnificent cock I stood up and the tip of his finger slid inside me and I moaned as I took his cock out of my mouth and began sucking his balls. He pulled me up, turned me to face the mirror and moved behind me. I put my hands on the wall as he spread my ass cheeks with his hands and pushed his huge cock between them. His cock slid across. The umpire threw me a new ball, and I turned my back on the batter as he circled the bases at a slow and stately pace, enjoying every minute of it while his dugout buried me with their jibes about my age, skinny legs and bald head. I rubbed the ball until its skin was loose. The cold crowd clapped and yelled, but gloved hands do not make much noise.In our second inning, we got the run back, and I made the third out. There is an old baseball joke that goes, who bats after the pitcher? The answer.