When one mixes sex with baseball, it’s amazing how heady a mixture that is. The smell of fresh-cut grass, the sound of bat hitting ball, the taste o... a hot dog, all these things mean summer to me. Oh, and the sight of those fit men in their tight baseball uniforms. I’ve always been a sucker for a baseball player. I don’t understand why. Maybe it’s all those things, maybe it’s the gloves they wear with those long fingers, maybe it’s the cups that make their organs seem so much more prodigious. Had J truly found her? At sixteen? A natural slave? Unbelievable. I stopped fingering her ass and she mewled in protest. “Let’s get dry,” I told her. We toweled each other’s bodies. I’m not ashamed of my twenty-six year old body, like I said, I keep in shape, but banshee…she was the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I attended to her wounds with more antibiotic cream, and I had her take some amoxicillin. Then I took her into the spare bedroom, and I brushed her hair. “You’re nice. Why are you. My cock was rock hard and I desperately wanted to be inside her. To feel her heat and passion and experience the delights of this beautiful slut.“So you think I’m a slut?” Catherine grinned as she squeezing my hard cock through my trousers.“I don’t think I know! Your best friend told me a few of your more sordid antics!” I smiled raising my eyebrows.“Such as?” she asked smiling, still stroking my hard cock.“She told me all about your love of swinging!” I grinned “She told me about the night of. I called her in the morning and got no answer, then later at lunch time, I tried again and this time I was delighted to hear her voice. When I identified myself, I'm sure she groaned. "What do you want?" She asked, rather sarcastically. "Now, that’s not a very nice way to greet an ex-pupil, is it?" I replied. "And, before you think about hanging up, I have your address, so will be willing to drop in for a visit if you do." I swear I might have heard her sob over the phone and, seizing the.