What happened next I can't explain...Call it bravado, call it impulse, ravenous desire or possibly just confidence but in an instant I said to her, 'O... no you don't!' With that I took her by the hand and into my bedroom. She giggled asking what I was up to and with that I gently pushed her onto her back on my bed. As she lay there her slip raised I could see the crotch of her panties fully exposed, her stockings on her shapely legs, her stiletto heels and white breasts struggling to escape her. She looked up at me with an almost-innocence, running her fingernails up the back of my thighs. I stood there, at the foot the bed, her kneeling before me with my fingers twined in her hair, until at last I felt that I could take no more. Raising her gently, I pushed her onto the bed and crawled between her legs, taking in the sight of her sex with its light covering of downy hair. Circling her thighs with my arms, I closed my eyes and leant in, tasting her. As my tongue made contact she gave a. She hugged and kissed me like we always did and walked with me to the coach. I noticed that Shelby was in the stands with the rest of the parents. “Coach, can I talk to you for a second?”, I asked. “Sure thing. And you are?”, he asked. “Jace Johnson, I’m with Jennifer Phillips.”, I replied. “Oh yea, Jen. What can I help you with?”, he answered, acting disinterested. “What I want to tell you is she has a strict pitch count that will not be altered. If she is pitching to the last batter that. Ever since she was a child, she had dreamed of being a secret agent. It was her only true career goal. By the time she was twenty-years-old, she was already training with the Agency in uncover operations and counterintelligence. Now twenty-two, she was still not technically an agent. She was supposed to have two more years of training before being able to participate in even minimal active field duty. However, the Agency required a young woman for a special operation, and since there were no.