Had to. Scores used to be posted by hand. Then mechanically. Of course it’s all digital now.”“Like the train board in Grand Central Terminal.”...Chip wasn’t the only board-literate one on that pitcher’s mound.On the drive back to the Wrigley, it was like Walker was on a sugar high. He couldn’t stop babbling about the insider tour Chip had given us. Then he got that innocent-imp look on his face and pulled open the left side of my blazer. Tweaked a bare nipple with his index finger.“Chip was sure. I felt his hand touching my bottom, his finger working in my anus, his finger was alot bigger than the other. But he was careful an kept it slow. Paul was still working my cervix, Brians finger in my bottom, the girls still holding my legs wide open. One of them started back on my clit, I could feel the oil being spread on me. Brians finger was going deeper and faster in my bottom, he told me to squirt on him, to give him that nut. I was panting, Paul was fucking me hard, the girls hands was. But, I had come up with a plan to leave without them noticing or anything like that. I contacted someone from a page, he is already an old man (He is here next to me watching how I write this story, but he is very happy.) And he gave me the opportunity to live with him in Europe. Clearly accept, and we agreed to see how we were going to go, and what day he was going to go for me. But, the plan he had was not gone, and he was going to do it. One night, I went to the store to buy sleeping pills,. ” I situated myself on the grass, and heard the clicking of my uncle’s camera.“Mmmmm, this is gonna be a good one. Stretch those long legs out in front. Good. Like that. Lean your head back. Got it. OK now sit up. Legs apart but nothing showing yet. Good. Look straight at the camera with those beautiful eyes. So nice.”Once my uncle was ready, we moved over to a large shade tree and he leaned me against its trunk. “OK, go ahead and lift your skirt. Show me that pretty little pussy.” I tried a.