See what you can do. Be natural. Don't tighten up, if you can help it. I just want to watch you hit. Don't impress me, just show me how you hit, every...day, every game -- all right?" Yes, sir."Evan McDonald, our pitching coach, is a kindly man. He only wanted the best for me. He likes me, and likes the way I handle his pitchers. I make the pitchers look good, and that makes Evan McDonald look good. And I listened -- and learned -- whenever Evan told our pitchers something. Now, in front of Rick. I hope this place isn't a dump, but the outside looked good when we drove by."Jill sat in the second seat watching her sister-wife and worrying. What do I have that other women don't? she wondered for the thousandth time. My boobs and ass aren't any better than Kathy's, nor my face, but there is always someone leering at me like that guy in the restaurant. I know that had to have hurt Kathy's feelings. Bill did a good job of trying to smooth it over, but darn it, I can't understand why it. She struggles out of the shirt and looks at me with her big warm eyes, as if to make sure that I like what I see. I smile at her again and nod: »You're beautiful!« That seems to build up her courage a lot, the she fumbles with the hook of her bra in the back. And when it comes off my dick jumps in my underpants: She has these little titties, just a handfull each, but firm and rosy, peaked by so amasingly stubby nipples that my mouth waters instantly. »Can I go now?« »Is that all, for a. As she ran over a guys foot with her luggage. The guy said "ouch, lady!, watch where..." She said "Fuck off!" I thought Damn! She is a royal bitch!As I was making my way to the elevators. She bumped into me, and said "Jerk!" (I speak my mind pretty much most of the time). So I just said "You know lady, you must be way over due for a good spanking!" She said, "Excuse me, what did you just say?" Looking up at me, since I'm 6'7". "You heard me bitch!" She said "Well, maybe I am, but are you man.