A minute later she passed it back to the boy. Susan, having been warmed by two stout drinks in our room and a long pull at whatever was in the sack, p...us two or three drags on the joint was obviously in a playful mood, because she began telling the kids about a similar experience she had had when she was a high school sophomore, barely fifteen, in a small town just like this one. The three had another drink, and another pull on the joint while they talked about current high school football. Ah, well.To their credit, the guys in the opposing dugout were laughing their ass off. And Mikey laughed so hard he just about gave himself a concussion, his mask was bouncing around so much.Enough merriment. It was time to pitch.The first batter got in the box. Mikey had already told me that this guy was a first-ball fastball hitter-so I wasn't surprised when he called for the changeup. Whiff. Strike one. A couple curves and sliders later, and I had my first K.Breezed right through the first. I forced myself to look her right in the eye taking up her challenge, within moments I was biting my lip, another few moments and my fingers and palm where just a ball of fire. With a moan of shame I broke eye contact and knowing that she was smiling in triumph, I couldn’t bring myself to look into her face. Then I felt cool lips kissing my palm and I gasped in relief as Cathy tore away the tape pinning my fingers, it hurt even more when I tried to close my hand into a fist. I tried to blink. My heart hammers against my chest as we grind to his rhythm. With each deep thrust, my pussy walls squeeze involuntarily around his throbbing cock, as if to hold him inside my hot, wet canal. He groans with pleasure deep in his throat, his stiff cock rubbing against my clit between each thrust, filling me again and again, the connection physical and emotional. Staring into my eyes, our breath landing on each others lips, he crushes our mouths together as he changes to a harder beat. Then he.