Her small nipples protruded from her skimpy halter top. We ate dinner, held hands, and ran our legs together while eating dinner. I never realized how...much I missed my sexy granny, we finished eating and left. As we walked through the lobby Dawn said “I got a room, plenty of condoms and a tube of lube, let’s make love right now, it’s been weeks since I have had a man”. Well I just couldn’t turn Dawn down; I followed her to her casita and as soon as we entered the room, off came her silk blouse,. Breasts. Tits. Bazooms. Mammaries. Jugs. He had breasts. His chainedhands brushed over enlarged nipples, and they *tickled*. He rememberedone girl, Alice was it, or maybe Jill, who had a thing for *his*nipples. She had a way with her tongue, licking at the vestigial nubs onhis chest as he reciprocated with finger and thumb. Well, these aren'tvestigial, he thought, and then the cold chain brushed across his leftnipple, catching it roughly between forearm and steel. Ouch. He lookeddown, to see it. I thought about the things my team did not do, at least not very often. The outfielders almost never got the ball properly to the cut-off man and often threw to the wrong base; that needed work right away. I had not seen anybody hit behind a man on first or really try to advance a base runner and give himself up to do it. That was awfully hard to teach and took some discipline. They were all down on the ends of their bats swinging for the fences, the fences that brought the big contracts. I was. Her chocolate eyes had darkened a little with nerves but brightened as her teeth showed in her red lipstick smile. With a slender hand, she tousled her hair and let her curls hang with a bounce before tugging on a red hat and wrapping a scarf around her neck. Her bust was noticeable beneath her boat necked plum jumper, and her petite build was complimented with jeans that showed the curve of her hips and buttocks. She tucked the lace of her black thong down before grinning mischievously; she.