"Yeah." And you don't want to brag?" If you do, then that gets around. I don't want her reputation to be bad." Well thank goodness for that," said Bob... He looked at his daughter. "How about you?" Can I ask why this matters so much?" she asked, carefully."Yes," said Bob. "But the reason is moot if you've told a bunch of your girlfriends that the two of you are going together. And if you told any of them you've had sex with him, then we're all screwed."Mandy looked shocked."No! I wouldn't tell. The pitcher's spot was due up next, and I expected our manager to pinch hit for me, but he decided to let me work another inning, which meant I had to hit.Bad Idea.Really Bad Idea.As a hitter, I made a darn good pitcher. Grabbing my bat, I took my time getting to the plate. Hitting was a foreign language to me. To put it succinctly, I sucked like a Hoover.Little Rock brought in a scrawny guy to pitch to me, who looked like he might pitch, or might simply fall over in a faint. He was so skinny,. I was spent. I flopped unceremoniously onto the mattress next to Paula. We shared a smile, and linked our fingers together. John was inside her again, and clearly on a mission. He had been formidable all night, but he clearly needed his own release. Paula and I held hands, side by side, as John loomed over us. He looked so handsome and spectacular, driving into my wife with reckless abandon. A low growl started in John's throat. It built into a feral roar as he hurtled toward his orgasm like a. Even though the training was hard, she aced the course. The first company she applied to hired her on the spot. She was on her way. The uniform intrigued her. It was not that the colors were two different shades of blue, but the uniform was a short skirt and a tight fitting blouse. She had a jacket to fit over the blouse and dark blue panty hose for underneath. After she tried on her uniform, she modeled it for the owner. She loved the way he looked at her. "Perfect," he said. "You'll do just.