“You seem interested Julie. Oh you naughty, naughty girl, you!” We said good night and I went home. But I had not denied being interested. The th...ught was not unpleasant; maybe someday? * I was exhausted. But I had felt no regret or remorse. Frank would never know; I would refuse him nothing in bed. My meetings with Harry for sex were only that — sex. It was something completely separate from, and it would not have any adverse effects on my marriage. How wrong I was. My affair with Harry. My towel had become lose and as the material of her dress was very thin she could feel my hard on. I moved my hand to stroke her leg as I got to her knee, raising her dress up so I could feel her pussy, I got there and touched the outside of her knickers, she moaned as well as pushed back on my cock, she was protesting saying this is not right but her body was saying something differently. I decided to get my fingers inside the elastic of her nickers and was met with a pussy that was soaking. Wanting more I reach both hands down to the little red nubs on his heaving chest and dig my nails into his nipples, leaving deep crescent moons above and below but not breaking the skin. Jimmy howls at this as I press my crotch down into his face once more, and I wonder for a moment if I can bring myself off on his screams alone. I can’t help but notice, however, that every scream and struggle causes Jimmy’s still firm erection to bob gently.I lean forward, my hips turning and pushing back. I'd started all six games and gotten 26 plate appearances. For the 26 trips, I had two hits, two walks, and was hit by a pitch once. There'd been no obvious cringing at the plate, no bailing out -- I didn't even feel stressed about the pitch that hit me on the left shoulder, even though it missed all the elbow padding and stung like a sonuvabitch.So I didn't feel spooked at the plate. But -- two hits in six games? That ain't good, Fred. That ain't good at all!What could this hippie-type chick.