Sarah has been kind of flirty for a couple of years now. She is barely a teen at thirteen but she’s cute with a fat ass and pretty busty. She laughs...a lot and loves to poke me or tickle, and I do it back to her. One day I was at the desk in the living room on the chair, and she was sitting on my lap and moving a lot. No one was home but us, so I got bold. I tell her that if she keeps that up she might get me excited, and she smiles and keeps it up, and soon I have a bulge in my jeans. Now I’m. I do not know why, but just before I slipped off my tracksuit I looked around. How strange!I was not quite brave enough to remove my knickers which my brother bought for me. They were of the finest silk and there was not very much of it. I tucked my tracksuit and shoes under a nearby bush, The moment had come and there was no turning back. As I approached the lake the ground had become rather muddy as a result of the recent rain and I found the feeling on the soles of my feet to be rather. "Let it go, Brian. It's time to let it all go..."We would be talking about that at a later date, when my head was clear, because I had to be out on the field now. Jack took his leave and said he'd be nearby keeping his finger on the security teams.Game three was in KC, on a clear, cool night. We were tied at one game apiece and the stadium was literally shaking there was so much excitement. The fans, deprived of October baseball for so long, were giddy with energy, happiness, and a mass need to. I use to see her occasionally at some friends parties and in the meanwhile she got married to her boyfriend and was enjoying her life.Things changed last year when we started working together in the same hospital. I noticed that she was more beautiful now as she had gained some weight that suited her personality and she was paying some attention to me now (maybe she was fed up with the monotonous sexual life and wanted to taste the cock of a muscular hunk). We use to have good long discussions.