I got up and asked that they sit together on the couch and I went to the bathroom.I came back back to see her hand on his leg. I whispered to her that...we should all go. We all left together, with Jonathan following us to our house. We don't particularly like having strange men to our house, but this felt right.When we got there, it took little time to get things going. I put on some New Age music to mellow the mood. I left the living room to get some candles, and came back and couldn't believe. I was going to be fucked by a middle-aged man, my friend's father, it was as if it was what I wanted, it seemed right somehow, that is until he whispered her name and the alcohol on his breath was in my face, he thought I was his daughter, Lola and her father, were an item, they were fucking each other and I just found out, straight from the horses mouth.He spun me around in the darkness and I lent against the bath, it was here and then he entered me and my girlish life ended as his cock. With two strikes the batter held on tight to the bat, planning to swing with full force. Mitch peered at the catcher’s glove and leaned in sending the ball forward in a concentrated trance. When it reached the batter he swung vigorously in a single sweep. The crowd cringed in anticipation. I could hear girls in the background whispering acronyms. Upon contact the ball flew upward, but only upward, almost directly upward. With some heavy squinting I saw the ball hit the very tip of the bat then. "Have you done much training for this?"Louise thought for a moment and wondered whether Paolo's massage could be considered as a workout. "Quite a lot really. You?" Yep — I do triathlons for fun — but judging from some of the conversations this morning, not everyone has!"They both rolled their eyes as they thought about the potential 5mph pace resulting from unfit cyclists. "Oh well, we'll have fun regardless," Louise said finally. "I dunno about you but I'm only going for the night out in.