“Is this station taken?” she asked as she approached me at the practice tee. “No,” I’d replied, as I observed the envious glances of some of...the other men on the range. “I’m Rob,” I said, extending my hand. “Jenny,” she said.Mezmerized, I watched as she hit several wedge shots to warm up. She’d worn a hot pink polo with khaki shorts and a tan which complemented her golden bob. Everything about her body shouted firm – breasts, tummy, bottom, thighs. I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my own. “The center fielder is in charge of fly balls. In our last game we almost had a collision when David called you off, Milo,” Coach Haskins said.Milo had been in right field when a ball had been hit in between us. I’d called him off, but instead of backing me up, he had just stopped. It might have been an easier catch for him, but I had the better angle to throw the ball after I caught it. The base runner had gone halfway to second, and when he saw it was going to be caught, had just trotted back. "You don't understand," I said, "I'm being blackmailed into all ofthis."I felt better having got this off my chest finally. He made me tell himthe rest of the story and he made me show him my tattoo and the fact Iwas plugged."Right," he said. "Give me this man's email address and I will go andsee what I can sort out. Stay here for now and I will be back in a fewminutes."I sat there feeling so much better, feeling that I at last had found afriend that would help me from this terrible. I could feel his body and hairy sometimes his hairy touching my neck area and I was so aroused. We both went and pissed in different areas and while coming out of rest room I opened the restroom main door and I placed my hand on his hip said after you and looked into his eyes and he smiled. And while he was exiting out I tool liberty of placing my hand on his belly and pulled back when sinceAnother person was coming inside a restroom at the same time.That day evening I finished my work at.