It didn't help that the Orioles had one of the best second basemen in the league -- a guy who could hit, and whose range around second was far superio... to mine. He also had 19 homers last season -- 19 more than You-Know-Who.Maybe I would become the first Punch-and-Judy guy to be a full-time Designated Hitter. Well, I didn't have any moral objections to that. Just put me in, coach! DH would do.I got what I felt was pretty adequate attention from the coaching staff in the minor league camp, and. After a few moments, I pusher her slightly away.“I'm a sweaty mess,” I said, “and probably need a shower.”“I like the way you smell,” she replied, “but we shouldn't let these sweaty clothes cool on us, we might take a chill.”She sat up, pulling her shirt over her head and began to tug on my shirt. I helped her peel off my shirt then reached for her breasts, squeezing them and flicking her erect nipples with my thumbs. She sighed, pressing her breasts more firmly into my hands. I squeezed. But a good looking 40. Her muscles weren't as toned as they had been, but she wasn't flabby, either. Her breasts weren't firm anymore, and they had settled slightly lower on her chest, not to mention larger than they had been. But they retained their shape, and she knew Steven loved them as they were. Plus, she didn't have to bend as far to lower them to his mouth when she was on top. So there was at least one advantage to getting older. Her nipples weren't dark, but they weren't light either.. There was no sound, but the gestures and motions were plain, and McAllister found himself moved to near-tears as hand-in-hand, Bronze and Stilbe made a courtesy to his patron goddess.Arianne, exuding pure allure and desire, left the wings of the chamber to join the three, standing before the large quorum of the gods of this world that McAllister and Sable had taken refuge in. Each of the three embraced Arianne in turn.The child-Empress of Han appeared then, dim to McAllister's perception, the.