There was a fire going, some oil lamps emitting light, and a couch facing the fireplace.'Where… where am I?' Arianna thought as she began to fly ar...und in a frenzy. 'What a minute… I’ve got all my energy back. I’m not dead, but how?' She said to herself. She was in mixed emotions of confusion, happiness, and fear all at once and did not know how to handle herself.“Good I see you’re finally awake. I guess I’m better at rejuvenation spells than I thought I was,” said a young male voice behind. “Sorry I got home so late baby,” I said to her. She smiled and placed her hands on my hips. “Why were you late exactly?” she said, her lips inches from mine as her breath lingered against my skin.“I got distracted thinking of you and I had to work a few extra hours,” I said to her. She pulled my body tight against hers and kissed me, her lips were soft and her tongue danced with mine in our passionate kiss. She pushed me against the wall. “You've been a bad girl,” she said, “Working late, I. "When the time came, I stepped carefully across the foul line, which some smart guys were now calling the fair line, pulled my bright hat down tight and made my way to the mound, getting everything else shut away from my head. When I thought about it, I was always surprised that I could stop hearing the buzz of the crowd. Gene Zabdev, the young catcher I had met the first day, came in at the same time I did along with a whole new outfield, and we went over signs quickly."Give me corner targets. He was behind me and I felt his cock pressing my lower back through his swim trunks. I considered myself a bisexual or any sexual. He massaged my shoulders .Nothing happened but I went home for supper and told my Mom."Jaimie. I don't think Mr. Wilk is gay.He is very friendly. I think he has a crush on you" I blushed but my tiny cock jumped in my swim trunks. I am not gay butt that night,I jerked off thinking of his hard cock in his swim trunks. The next day my sister answered the phone."Hey.