When she spun on her toes and loosed the disc she always felt that little jolt of excitement that signaled a good throw. It seemed improbable that she...was able to achieve the distance she usually averaged in the competitions because of her petite frame. She watched her friend make her last throw failing to beat the top three girls from their opposing team. Soon it would be her turn again. She would have one last chance to edge out one of those girls for the event ribbon on this beautiful sunny. She held it there for a minute or so. Suddenly his penis began to grow. A small smile came to her lips and she almost giggled.With his eyes still closed, Eric said, “I don’t think I can do it. This is soooo embarrassing.”“I know, honey, just try to concentrate on something else.” The penis in her hand continued to grow until it was half-hard.“Mom, it’s not going to work,” Eric said, almost in a panic now.“Why?”“Your ... your ... hand ... and uh ... I ... I ... can’t concentrate with you. Before long Fiona unzipped my pants and pulled them down. She lowered her head to my lap and started licking and sucking my cock like a slut in heat. She rolled her head around and looked up at me with a sly smile and said sarcastically “Your cock smells and tastes like pussy - what have you been up to?” Before I could even reply she lowered her mouth back to my cock. After a few deep, long stokes with the back of her throat she said “I liked watching you fuck, but now it’s my turn. I know your. As Bobby looked around, the familiar drills and routines of baseball came flooding back. Even the smells were familiar: fresh cut grass, sweat, bubble gum, leather gloves, eye black, dirt, sunflower seeds... it all blended together to make baseball, and Bobby found himself taking deep breaths to suck it in, savoring the return of the lost aroma."I can't see him," said Sammy in frustration."Me either," said Collette."He's a catcher," offered Bobby. "They're over against the left field sideline.