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 wondered how he could keep his pants up, but he had a tremendous fastball, with no movement. If I could catch up to it, I could hurt them.That was. I couldn’t ever explain to my dad what had happened to Costello. When I walked out from the woods into the backyard everyone, dad, mom and Chloe had been outside looking for me. I was happy to see Abbot had made it home. I told my family that Abbot and Costello had run off and that I had tried to chase after them, but I couldn’t find Costello. My dad stayed outside searching the wooded area that led off to the fields. I had told him that I had searched down towards the caves, but hadn’t seen. About an hour into the flight, Claire fell asleep, so Alex and I took that time to have a quickie during her nap. It was hot trying not to make noise while my daughter slept a few feet away. I think Alex came extra hard knowing we could be caught at any moment.Our first stop: Madrid, Spain. One of my favorite cities.We used Airbnb and found a nice apartment in the heart of Madrid for the three of us. Very swanky. The girls picked it out. I would’ve been fine with a few beds and at least one. You tip me over the back of the couch. My feet come off the floor dangling in midair; my hands on the couch cushions is all that keeps me from falling over. You grab my hips to hold me steady. My little skirt is pushed up off my butt. You push my legs apart and touch my wet cunt. There is no reason to play with me, I’m wet as the puddle you will soon make beneath me.You have pulled your pants down around your ankles. You aim your long, hard cock up to my pussy lips and drive it home. I wail as.