.and That's when I would start Crying and looking around for My 'brother' to make the Old Men stop what they all wanted to do to Me! If I cried tears ...nd squeeled Loud, some of them would be gentle, while Pulling My Sissy Sack. My 'brother', though, knew when I was just acting! I could hear him walking quickly across the room towards my shaking and trembling pink ass. I started, Really, crying then.......He dropped to his knees with my ass crack against his nose. He pushed the Man's large hand. I would never sleep with two guys at the same time. I wouldn't sleep with you until we've broken up." Maybe you could phone him," I said, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. My momentary excitement at the prospect of getting laid was already subsiding.Well, hell, I hadn't been expecting to get laid tonight. Nothing was new except for that blissful moment, back there, when I thought I was going to get lucky."I'll talk to him tomorrow," Sandy said."I guess this is a kind-of honorable way for. Hell, I lucked out myself when I did it so easily. Still, it doesn't matter who did it now that we have them. It will be much easier to catch more from the backs of the ones we already have," I said."I can see how it would be, but how many do we need?" Denac asked."I think one for every man and woman will be enough, with a few extra to pull travois or wagons." That seems like so many, will all of us need one?" he asked."No, it wouldn't be necessary for all of us, but who do you think will want. Pitching's a physical activity. Your body has to be into it. My body was really into it. I felt the breeze going through my pussy on my leg-kick-and it wasn't stimulating, it just made me feel alive. The sun hitting my legs. The sweat gathering on my ass. The way I could feel the skin on my shoulders stretch out when I came out of my windup and threw. It was so liberating.And I had this catcher, see, and we were in tune. Just a little pitch and catch. He put the signal down, placed his mitt,.