’ But there was no leaflet for this. Mitch tried again to enter me. This time I let him. Ooooh. The pressure was incredible. He slid in easier tha... I thought. He must have still been covered in our juices. Slowly but surely, he started a rhythm going. I joined him, pumping slowly against his cock. I could feel my muscles contract as he gripped my hips with his hand and held me against him. He lent forward, and I could feel his breath on my back, and he murmured something inaudible. It was a. The road was still rough, and I held her by the hips, so she wouldn't bounce away on the deeper ruts. Dad's slowing down made it manageable. Our playfulness had fallen by the wayside, and we sat quietly for a while. Each bump would lift her up, and my arms would pull her back down, rubbing against my raging hard-on. I realized I was no longer pulling her straight down, but I'd ease her forward and slide her back, each time we lost contact. Aunt Marie had one hand on the door handle, and the. I cup them, and begin to caress your nipples. They harden and swell. I kiss you over your shoulders, and slide one arm under both you breasts, as I begin to nibble gently on your ear.I feel you hands moving behind you to grasp at the bulge in my wet jeans front. I gasp in ecstasy as you touch me. I turn you and kiss you hard and passionately on the mouth, my tongue probing for yours, melding us together, and joining us in soft pleasure. I have my hands on your ass pushing your hips into mine,. "You are what, Bailey?" a perplexed voice asked. I looked in front of me to see the brush-cut top of Les Nessman's head. In heels, I was taller than he was! I hadn't been taller than many men as a woman; it was an odd feeling. I gulped and said, "I guess I am a little behind on getting ready for the 10 o'clock news," I stammered. "I better get to work."As I headed back to the bullpen, I found my thoughts straying back to Andy. I thought about his kindness, his sense of humor, his wavy hair.