The more I stared at Gramp’s gaping hole, the more juice (pre cum) started to gather at the tip and the harder I got. The more I stared at his hole,...the more it looked like a place I wanted to put my erect cock, I was obsessed to try and put my pecker inside it. I knelt on the floor and my cock was at the same height as his hole. I pushed down my pants and briefs further and placed my cock head at the slick gapping opening. The closer I got the more I felt the heat from his body so I started to. Thankfully he tossed out my purse and clothing a moment later," she admitted in a quiet voice."I would have never done that," I admitted."I know. That's' why I spent so much time talking to you yesterday. I sensed that you were a gentleman but I needed to be sure," she informed me as she placed a hand on my thigh.At the sight and feeling of her fingers with their red-lacquered nails resting on my thigh, I was overcome with the desire to take her in my arms and kiss her, but the presence of so. A thought occurred to her that Sam had skeletons in his closet he did not want discovered."All right, I'm getting on my knees," Grace said. She readied herself, eyeing the open door that was only a few feet to her right. She dragged her right foot behind her, and as she slunk to a kneel, she bolted, hurrying out the door before Sam could react."Bitch!" he screamed, and fired at her. The bullet whizzed past her head as she sprinted stocking-footed down the hallway, leaving her heels behind. Sam. The pitchers were all stretching and warming up after their physicals. A couple of pitchers had obviously been working out as they could make the ball snap in the catcher's mitt. The Manager waved me over and told me, "I know you don't want to be a pitcher, but you need to show off for these guys. They will watch you go through your repertoire of pitches and then they'll have you pitch to these guys. The way your competition looks, I doubt many of them have even been in batting cages recently..