Barely dressing, but enough to lounge around on a Sunday afternoon, Tim and Abbie are on her couch, at opposite ends, their feet playing with each oth...r as both with laptops check their messages and more.At Tim’s suggestion, both put in a request for time off the coming week through the appropriate channels, and emails to their bosses. Tim still does not reveal to Abbie he will be taking off Wednesday also.A quiet evening, and then to bed rather early. Monday morning dawns and Tim finds. The others kinda mumbled “ya Dillon—get a ride dawg—chill the fuck out” As we rode towards my house, Cameron didn't talk too much. Other than to tell me I was acting like a little prick, and a spoiled brat. “And I meant what I said Dillon—you come in showin out like that again, and I will be the one to cut ur ass. Keep it in check cowboy. You will get some play time—don't worry about that. But when you do—don't go out there on MY field and start showin out—just throw the fucking ball. And oh. Just laying in bed, still sleepy, I just started playing with my balls. Real slow and gentle, so I wouldnt totally wake up.I ran my middle finger between my balls, more tickling the hairs than the balls themselves. Dippng down underneath, and towards my asshole, I spread just a bit and pushed my finger to my sweaty hole, giving just a nudge to make it open ever so slightly. Applying more pressure now, rubbing my finger from my hole to underneath my balls. Fuck that felt good. Dick was roaring. "Did you take your pill?" Yeah, I took it. for all the good it'll do." Chris pushed the door tohis office shut, leaving Barbara alone outside. She had spiked thecoffee with the remaining 5500 mg of hormones. Chris was good for a potor two a day.She opened Chris' door a hairsbreadth and smiled."Hey, Boss, I forgot to tell you. I brought in some doughnuts today."*********Barbara had had it.Four days of trying to teach Chris how to walk like a lady, move like alady, and feel comfortable in.