They had somehow managed to nod off, so I returned to ogling. I smiled a little and nodded to express my appreciation. Now her look seemed to say, 'T...ere, happy now, perv?' The next thing she did surprised me even more. She hitched her skirt upward so it was bunched around her waist. This meant that the hem was now scarcely below her crotch. My cock swelled and throbbed against the restrictions of my own clothing and I couldn't help but flick a finger over the tip, which set off muscle. We tried smashing a hole in the ceiling near me with the abused piece of 2-by-4, with the hope that I could NP a cellphone up into the next level and get a signal there, but the ceiling was far too strong. It sounded so solid that we discarded the idea of shooting all the remaining bullets into a small area to help the 2-by-4 bashing.Every now and then I'd ram the 2-by-4 into the ceiling a few times, just in case someone was in the immediate area. I did that frequently, because I didn't have. This was a welcome call for the watchman. He watched her doing that and quietly positioned behind her. She now ground her ass on his crotch like a slut and started the to and fro movement while supporting herself on the seat of her car. He daringly took out his cock and effortlessly inserted inside her pussy.She must have been very wet and they started to fuck like young teenagers. Raw but sexy. I wanted to spoil their fuck game but couldn’t as I saw my wife enjoying the fuck. They fucked for a. In the final game of the Detroit series, I took the collar. Just when I thought all was well, I went oh-for-five. We lost that one, and I deserved some of the credit for the no-show of the Orioles' offense.I called Sandy after the game, even though it was already close to midnight."Did you hear what happened?" Yeah. I listened to the radio." I went oh-for-five!" Yeah." Jesus, Sandy!" Hey, nobody ever said you were going to hit every night." I'm used to hitting every night!" Bullshit. Who do you.