Her body leaped in response and I began seriously lickingher pussy.Dennis continued to photograph us, stroke his cock, and give us stagedirections, "R...ll off onto the floor. Pull off Lindsey's panties and do69!" We did as directed. But when Sharon pulled up my tiny skirt andpulled down my panties, my erect cock sprang out and hit her in theface. She screamed like it had bit her. "She's got a... he's got a...she's got a cock!" Now it was mine turn to be surprised. Luther's is awell known. She was in my class at school, quiet, average pretty with dark hair down to her shoulders and a good figure. The only thing I’ve forgotten is her name.I was walking across the park on my way back from school when I saw her ahead of me and caught up with her, not deliberately, I was just walking faster. She was in her school uniform: white blouse, necktie, grey pleated skirt and white knee socks, the allowed alternative to tights. At that age any reasonably attractive girl was a sex object.. American League Championship Series? Yes -- once, three years back. But the World Series? Nope. Not in five years.Maybe this year.I was still being used as a spot reliever. Usually, I would come in to face one batter and then, bye-bye. A couple of times, when we were winning big or losing big, Paul would leave me in for an inning, or even two, but more typically, it was Slay the Left-Handed Monster-Hitter and then go back into my cage.Fortunately, far more often than not, I was getting it done.. Another unfortunate moment for Mila because it was still so hot and muggy she could have geared down right there on the spot and jumped in the pool to cool off. Regardless, she filled her ice bucket, bought a couple of cans of ginger ale from the vending machine and headed back to her room. There was a bottle of magic elixir waiting to be cracked open. The heat wasted no time attacking the ice Mila had in the bucket and she did not hesitate to take advantage of the most primitive of cooling.