The base runner moved toward me, defiantly kicked the bag and then moved back into position, slowly sliding further and further from the bag. Squintin..., I moved my glove up again and tried to make sense of the pitcher’s shadowy movements. Seeing his glove high in the air I again started chattering, ‘No hitter, no hitter, hey batter, batter, batter…’ A stick shadow leaned forward and threw again, the loud ‘Pop!’ of the ball impacting the catcher’s mitt let me know I could close my eyes for a few. Oh no! Can I never get free of him?He was rubbing his finger tips against my right boob, which he was groping and that sent currents through my body. Same about when he was rubbing my clit through my panty. Slight moans were trying to escape from me, because of this unendurable pleasure. I tightly shut my mouth with my left hand, with my right hand still holding the handlebar.I was feeling so helpless. I had no idea where he would stop. His eyes still had the same compassionate and kind look. ‘Yes, he will be missed.’ It would be so funny if she asked me if I knew his name. So she goes on to bother the next person, with presumably the identical story. Not that I know what it is or anything. The ham looks good. Another approach as I was going to get some ham. A man this time. ‘Hey, you’re Lucy’s boyfriend, right?’ Lucy is my girlfriend. She doesn’t bother me. I like that. ‘Yes, that’s me.’ I wonder who this guy is. ‘Quite a girl that one, quite a girl.’, he went on, with an odd. As she opened the door with a key she said "How old are you" "Why" I answered, "No reason", "41" I replied.As we got inside there was a table, some lockers and a kettle etc. She stood by the table and said "Come here closer to me" as I closed in on her she slipped her arm around my waist and said "I fancied you as soon as you walked in I like older men", I slipped my arm around her and leaned in to kiss soon we were snogging.She had her fingers running through my hair as I snogged her, I was.