The opposing coach kept saying it was a ground ball but no dust had come up in front of me. I tossed the ball to the first baseman and he danced on th... bag before throwing it back to the pitcher.The pitcher was now laughing, the perfect way for a pitcher to be. The next batter smoked a grounder to short who threw the guy out. The pitcher looked at me and nodded and smiled. He served up the next pitch right at the batter's knees but the ball didn't tail in. The batter was slow and the ball hit. My son said nothing as he rose to his feet, but as we headed to the front door I felt him take hold of my wrist, I looked at him and saw his concern for me clearly written in every line of his face."Please," he almost whispered, "stay here, don't go. I don't trust Don." Bob," I smiled what I hoped was comfortingly, though my inner fear had to be showing through, "you know I have to do this. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you and I could have prevented it. You're all I have. “That’s when Winston, whose flat the party was in, yelled loudly, ‘There’s nothing in the food... or drinks. It was that woman.’”“‘What woman?!’ Darlene yelled back. ‘The Gypsy woman,’ Winston said firmly, ‘the one with the seven scarves and the weird tattoo.’”“That’s when,” John said, “someone threw one of the scarves to the girls. Pretty soon, everyone who had caught a scarf threw it to one of the girls. I picked up the one that had fallen to the floor – the seventh one – and threw it to. Taking my other hand, I began to squeeze and rub her clit between her thumb and index finger with force. Looking at Demi’s face, I was getting her closer to the point of climax. I took my long fingers and push them in and out of Demi . Demi begins moving to the rhythm to my movements until we are eventually in synch. She could feel herself approaching climax, knowing that she was going to cum at any second. I inserted a third finger into Demi’s love hole and her reaction tells me what I need to.