The black guy spins me around looking me up and down saying "mmmm... love those big juicy tits bitch and that bald pussy" He walks over to his bag an... pulls out handcuffs and says "hands behind your back bitch" and i feel him cuffing my wrists, he then comes back around to face me saying "spread your legs biitch" which i do a little and feel him bend down a little to such on my nipples and rub my clit. After a few minutes he stops and says "on your knees bitch" and as I carefully get down the. We were taking fielding practice. It ended and I walked over to their seats and got a hug from Claudette, my mother, and Missus Gaines. I headed into the dugout. Burnside was there. “Sloan, that looks like the same woman as last night.”“That’s correct. I plan to hang onto her for a long time.”“I don’t blame you. She’s gorgeous.”That got me kidded some more. Burnside made no changes to our lineup or playing roster. We went through the pre-game and then took the field. The first two Cubs batters. Both sides of the church had to listen to a girl that some had watched grow-up squirm in pleasure, locked between two men. Now both tits were out, and the dress was just bunched-up white fabric on her midsection and a lace wedding garter on her bent leg.Stephanie had made a mistake. It was a young and foolish impulse, but circumstances made it impossible to swoop it under the rug. Pregnant in her teens, she wanted one last taste of the crazy days and booty-called the two ex’s (of many) with the. But lets backup a bit. I go back two years. My name is Jim, I am thirty two years old and a widower. My wife Sheila passed away three months earlier from cancer. Thank God it was quick and she didn’t suffer. We had met in high school and married after we had graduated from college. She was the love of my life. After my wife passed away, I was a mess for about a month. I wandered about our house, and just didn’t care about anything. It took a friend coming over to check on me and ripping me a.