There was a very obvious camel toe at her crotch. Honestly, I do not know how she ever got them on her magnificent ass much less how she managed to fa...ten them. The tank top she was wearing looked as if it would burst at the seams with every breath she took. Her breasts should very little, if any, sag. I knew the shorts and tank top were made of fabric but in my mind I thought that surely they must had been expertly painted onto her bare flesh. That woman was truly a goddess. My cock. Jessica looked up from the frying pan. ‘I’m just the cook,’ Jessica said. ‘She’s more than a cook, don’t let her fool you,’ Paul said, walking up and snagging some fried potatoes from another warmer. ‘You’re one hell of a cook,’ Caitlin commented, taking a bite of the eggs she just scooped on her plate. Jessica thanked her and flipped the next two pancakes before checking on the omelet cooking in a pan on the back burner. ‘Paul, your omelet is ready,’ Jessica called. Paul hurried over and. I watched as she tore the page she had been writing on off her notepad and stuff it in her purse, and turned the notepad sideways. She wrote something on it, then turned it around so I could see what she had written. In capital letters, the note read:“Just let it out.”I read the message in disbelief, and looked at her. She held the note up with one hand, but wasn’t even looking at me. She was looking at her phone again, texting away with her thumb. There was no doubt I was going to do what she. I moved the thong aside and slid my fingers between her thighs. She shuttered in ecstasy. I had forgotten the blindfold in the car so I told her to wait and I would be right back. I returned and she had moved closer to the dugout. I walked over and undid her dress, and moved near the bench in the dugout. With just her thong on, I put the blindfold on her face and then pushed her down so she was crouching. I removed my pants and put one foot on the bench. I then stuck my cock in her face,.