The next pitch must have slipped from the pitcher's hand because it hit the batter in his butt. WE WON THE GAME!Our dugout went wild with players and ...r. Forbes dancing up and down and slapping players on the back and singing and yelling and who knows what else. Mr. Forbes had his long denied city championship, and he nearly fainted from joy and relief. We did calm down long enough to go through the ritual of shaking the hand of every player on the opposing team, but I am sure that they knew. The lobby was decorated with potted plants and had soft, indirectlighting; apart from the nurses in uniform, it looked almost like thelobby of a small hotel.I was shown to my room, which I shared with another young trans womanfrom B.C., and waited to be called in to admitting. There, I filled outsome forms, got my hospital ID bracelet, and the nurse took my vitals.When I looked at the readout, I was somewhat alarmed to see that mypulse was over 100 and my blood pressure was around. Breath coming in whimpers and gasps, she twitched from the ongoing shockwaves of orgasm. When he bent his knees and grabbed her bottom, her eyes shot open and she let out a half-hearted, weak, “No.” Mark growled, “Yes,” as he thrust up into her, hard and fast. A wail momentarily broken by every plunge of his cock into her depths escaped her as she ascended to another plateau. He managed around twenty thrusts before climax-fueled strength allowed her to pull free of his grip. His erection poked. Pammy turns Rachel around, and puts her thumbs in her panties, and starts to tug them down. Rachel has one finger in her mouth, and is watching what Pammy is doing. She pulls them all the way down, and then Rachel steps out of them. Pammy shows her her panties, and then puts them on top of her dress. She tells Rachel to sit on the toilet, so Rachel closes the lid, and sits down. Pammy lifts up her right.