I was in the big leagues! Bench-sitting, mostly, but getting into games occasionally when Paul allowed Josh Brennan to play left field. It helped that...one of our remaining regular outfielders was a weak hitter against lefties, and Paul Warren was starting to bench him in favor of Brennan -- leaving me to be the DH for Josh’s outfield starts.Brennan was friendly and, knowing I had a big stake in his future, had started giving me the play-by-play on his negotiations. “We’re close to a deal!” he. “He’ll be out in just a minute, he had to go to the bathroom.” Jill turned back to Tim. “Okay,” she said, “you can masturbate just this one time.” Tim started toward the bathroom. “On no you don’t,” his mother said. “If you’re going to jack-off, you’re going to do it right here.”“Mom.”“Don’t, mom, me. If you are going to masturbate I want to watch. After all I’m the one that got it hard for you. Go on, get started, you don’t have much time.” Jill was grinning from ear to ear. She could feel her. She rocked back and forth on her heels, pussy on fire, mind engulfed by desire. Over the night she took turns servicing the three homeless men. After they had fucked her doggy-style they had her mount them one by one, grinding her pussy on their cocks in a cowgirl position, then lay her down on her abandoned jacket to screw her missionary style. She obeyed unquestioningly, lost in the frenzy and fervour of the most intense sex she had experienced since her marriage turned dour. Sometimes she. We sat down and ordered drinks, a Gin and Tonic for her and a Hibiki on the rocks for me. The conversation which so often focused on the k**s or the house was different, right away. It was about us, it was about trips we wanted to take, potential career moves, with a bit of gossip about colleagues, family or friends mixed in. I noticed her look up dramatically, very unlike her, when a group of 30 something guys walked on, with one in particular catching her eye. He was exactly her type, big.