I’m trying to figure out what to do about it.”“Seems like an obvious choice,” I grinned.“It’s not,” she said quietly. “But just rememb...r, it’s not you. It’s me.”“OK,” I nodded.We were both reflective for a moment and realized we were still holding both hands.“So, did you bring any of your baseball gear?” Jen asked.“Uh, no. Why?”“You’re a catcher, right?”“Yeah.”“Perfect. I pitch. You catch.”I let the obvious double entendre pass and agreed.Back in the living room, the Bears were down 17-13, much. They looked a great pair!Carol made dinner that evening for us and we got to meet her husband, Carl, who worked for a museum and we had a very pleasant meal and evening with them. They were a relaxed couple and I noticed that Carl was definitely checked out Jacqui but I couldn't complain as I was doing the same with Carol!Over the next few weeks we four bonded rather quickly as we found we had many interests in common, such as music, wine, art, an interest in history, same sports teams, hiking,. “Yes?” he asked, without looking. “Yes,” I replied. He turned off the TV and brought a kitchen chair into the room. He sat back down and patted his lap. This wasn't really going to happen, he wasn’t really going to spank me, but I still felt pretty humiliated with my ass in the air. His one hand was on my back while the other caressed me, lulling me. Crack! I jumped up. “What the fuck!” “Get back down here!” he demanded. “Fuck no!” I exclaimed. “Then leave.” There it was. Fuck him. I can do. So she did the only other thing she could think to do, she raised her arms gathering her hair hoping, begging, that the stranger would reach around and caress her breasts.Her eyes were half open by now. Emboldened by her move the hand on her ass grasped harder into her muscular flesh, while a strong, dark hand slid around, at first teasing her tender breast then pinching her nipple tight. She yelped. The man stepped closer. She could feel the presence of his semi-hard cock grazing her leg. She.