It appeared that Tim had never thrown a ball or swung a bat, much less ever hit a baseball. Tim showed up for practice with the only baseball glove th...t the family owned, a relic from Sherry’s Dad’s playing days in the 1940’s. The glove had big fat fingers and no webbing. You caught the ball in the palm of the glove or you didn’t catch it – period. I gave Tim my glove to practice with until his mom could get him an acceptable baseball glove. Sherry was embarrassed for Tim and expressed to me. “Are you going into the jacuzzi all dressed up like this?” Aron laughed. “Not that I don’t appreciate how nice you look. I wasn’t expecting that.”“What were you expecting?” Carter mumbled.“Just you,” Aron said simply. “I was just expecting you.”The man’s dark gaze trained on him was so intense that Carter could swear he was just going to melt to the floor or burn like a candle. His usually overactive brain was silent, probably mesmerized with Aron, too, with how beautiful and perfect the man. Of course, every girl in the tent wanted to sway to a Latin beat against that half-naked male body. But, unfortunately, most had no idea of how to dance the Samba.Chloe knew how to dance the Samba, and she was sorely tempted, but something still held her back.Kayla, a tall, slender girl dressed like she belonged in a ballroom competition, stepped forward. Matt keyed up the music and lighting, adding a delay, and joined Kayla in the center of the dance floor. They had a few quiet words, assumed. I know she​​ enjoyed it and suspected she still was, the final barrier was for her to know that I knew and accepted it.A few weeks had gone by and aside from my occasional suspicion of her sopping gaping cunt during oral or her evasive behavior when committing to when she would be home from friends or what she was doing, I had no idea how we were going to move the situation forward.To make thing worse, I was on a project that took me out of town. I was working long hours and was tired and.