She had long brown hair. At least shoulder length but hard to tell how long exactly as it was matted in places with some sticks tangled in it. Which i... probably what caught my attention. Poor thing was probably camping out in the nearby wooded lot waiting for her chance to break in and confess her love. Other than the long hair she had brown eyes and was wearing a pair of jeans and a white spaghetti strap top. A real plain Jane. No huge tits or ass, but not built like a board by any means. I. I stepped back into the box.Her first pitch was a fastball on the outside corner which I took for a strike. So much for my eagle eye. Her next pitch was a changeup that I whiffed. She’d be coming back with a fastball. I was sure of it. She brought it, I connected and sent it straight at where the second baseman would have caught it had she been there. Kayla, yawned and walked over to get the ball.“One on and two out,” Franco announced.And that was the end of my glory. She took it up a notch and. He quickly feel asleep shortly thereafter and she asked can we watch something else's? I said sure and she got the remote and hit the back button to the show we had on. I could see they were getting close to a sex scene but didn't want to say anything and was basically frozen stiff with wondering what her reaction was going to be. I don't even recall the scene, but only recall being hyper aware of watching for her reaction. She was laying right next to me but we were not touching. Deep. He kept at it until I was chanting his name in time with his tender ministrations on my clitoris, and then all of a sudden he stopped."Doug?" I pleaded. As I was trembling with the need for one final completion, I felt him climb up beside me, flicking one nipple with his tongue as he passed."Roll over," he whispered in my ear. "On your tummy Sarah. Roll over."I complied, my brain foggy with desire and wine. He tugged me up until I was kneeling on the bed. I felt his weight shift, and suddenly.