They played what we boys called "girls sports" and "sissy games" in those days. They actually played softball instead of baseball because a teacher go... beaned once by a wild pitch and was knocked out. If he'd had his mind on the game instead of something else, he would have ducked.A sprained wrist was as bad as it got for them. So Ma didn't have any concept of old fashioned Oklahoma and Texas style full body contact football. We always played serious as a heart attack hold nothing back. ?You look sexy.? She ran herfingers up his shaft then dropped her hand back on his thigh. The girl in the next stool (the one still wearing Tim's shirt) turned to them.She looked Tim up and down, her gaze obviously lingering on his cock for amoment. She leaned closer so that her breast rubbed on Tim's right shoulderand said to Gail, ?I like your new boyfriend, he's cute,? and she giggled. ?Back off, he's mine!? Gail said, but she laughed too. She grabbed Tim's crotchagain. The drinks came and. She grunted under his force before he put his hand over her mouth. He fucked her. He felt like he was raping her, his teenage girlfriend, here in the dark alley, with her back pressed against the wall, mouth covered to mute her groans. Her teeth biting him, and her nails scratching him. She glanced out towards the street as people or cars passed every few moments. She imagined them looking over and seeing her and her lover fucking. She wrapped her other leg up as he lifted her butt with his. Turning to watch, Bingo sat with his back bowed, facing away from her, intent on removing his garments.“I’m glad you fucking finally came.” Amelia spoke the words to his grateful back. It straightened a little in response.He turned then and leant in, landing his determined lips on hers, kissing her warm face with his cold one, offering strength and earnestness that was everything and nothing all at once. He blocked out reason with a gesture. Night made their slow-building kiss to its sloppy,.