She loved his confident tone. He picked her up and carried her once again to the long, wooden table and sat her down on its edge. “I’ll be right...back,” was all he said as he walked out the door towards his office. He was gone but a couple of minutes when he returned with a big sassy, smile spread across his face and a bunch of stuff in his hands. “What are you grinning at, get over here and take care of me!” she said in a playful, yet sexy voice. “In due time Abbey, in due time!” he said as. This one was in the hole between first and second. Hartman took a step and backhanded it cleanly. He trotted to tag first base and turned to roll the ball back toward home.He found LaCross glaring at him from 90 feet away."Just let the fucking thing go through," he said. "For God's sake." Hey, Skip," Brock yelled. "That was a hell of a grab he made. At least give him some love."LaCross' glare shifted from first base to his second baseman, who was on his knees after he dove in case the ball got. Thoughts of sex never appealed to either those days, well not by her at any rate; her cousin Alex took her bags.“I’ll take them up to your room!” He smiled.“Yes show her where it is Alex I’ll put the kettle on!” Her Aunt said as she made her way to the kitchen.Alex stood back allowing Christina to mount the stairs, there was method in his madness, he’d a birds eye view up under her short skirt as she climbed the steep stairway. Christina was aware of his notions, and climbed the stairway as. I pulled away from him instictively but he grabbed my arm. His other hand guided itself to the vibrator and slowly began pushing it in and out in between my legs. My fingers clawed desprately at the bed sheets, the pleasure I derived from it was enough to drive me to near climax. Peters hand let go of my arm and traveled to my T-shirt which he began to feel me up through. He rubbed my breast through the thin worn cotton until I grabbed his shirt out of pure ectasy, all the while his other hand.