Coach Shirley was like that. Jim pulled into the parking lot adjacent to the softball field next to the elementary school that his children attended. ...our or five of the kids, with their parents, arrived already. Coach Shirley’s daughter, Kelsey, was the star pitcher of the Hawks. They were there also, stretching and warming up. Shirley was probably about 40 years old. A former college softball player, she had the skills, knowledge and temperament to head up the U10 softball team. She could be. I heard two sets of footsteps approach the bed and felt the bed sag under their weight as one sat on either side of me. I felt strong, firm hands begin to remove my corset while another pair of hands worked on my shoes. Just the soft brushing of their fingers had every nerve ending in my body on alert. My nipples were high and tight, and my breathing was quickly turning into a pant. I felt them get up off the bed, heard a rustling of clothes, and felt two warm hands on my ankles. As the hands. Now uncle was rubbing top of my pussy to make me relax. Aunty and Rose let my legs go and put them around Tom’s back. This way I can control it. Tom started to fuck me slowly Aunty and Rose we sucking on my boobs. I started to pull Yom into me with my legs. So he started to move faster and faster. I said I am cumming yeeeeeeeeeeeeh. I was pulling Tom more and more. Then I just relaxed and my body was shivering. Tom slowed down. And stop moving in and out. After one min I started to pull him. She closed her eyes and remembered how he would reach down with his hand and touch her wetness. First by touching the outer lips, and then slowly penetrating her with his finger, and using her wetness to gently part her lips. She slowly lost herself in these images and memories, as her hands moved with automatic and deliberate intent, moving the toy within her and imagining that it moved itself, that it was not a toy but his hardness that explored her. She lost herself in these images and.