I looked at the pitcher and quietly said, ‘Nice slow lob, right over the plate.’ The pitch came in — and I missed it. I guess there was a reason...I spent most of my time warming the bench. The catcher grumbled, ‘What the fuck?’ before he tossed the ball back to the mound. One more time. Nice and slow, right over the plate. You won’t believe how good that crack felt when I hit the ball. I kept willing the ball farther as I ran toward first, and ordered the left fielder to trip when it looked like. He slipped in as well, slowly. He was afraid how cold it was.It was pretty cold but I felt all warm and fuzzy with him around. He reached to my back and undid my bikini top. He threw it away. He slowly reached down and caressed my thigh, moving slowly up to undo the strap of my thong. That scientist was right my dream was coming true. I always dreamed of this exact guy, treating me so well.I jumped forward onto him and stuck my tongue down his throat. He softly pulled me into his arms. Hugging. A college student, for instance -- tight bodied, firm breasts, long legs, and long silky hair. When I started my search, I felt like a different person somehow. I saw the world in a new light. A world full of young, beautiful women, ripe for the picking. Nothing else seemed to matter.Then at last, I found my partner.Her name was Karen. I knew that much from the nametag pinned on her blouse. She worked at King Soopers, a large grocery chain that seemed to have a store on every major street. Rob gasped, but it was a gasp of pleasure not pain and everyone ignored it. She rolled his slick balls in her hand, feeling them move about in her soft grip. Emboldened, she moved her hand up and closed it about his shaft, gently pulling back and watching wide-eyed as his foreskin slid back over his head. She pulled it back firmly, stretching it tight as she turned his cock from one side to the other; oblivious to the other women watching her, smiling as she truly examined her first cock.She.