I licked my lips as she peeled her shorts off her feet and threw them aside, sitting up again. A landing strip of blonde hair ran down her pubic mound...to the top of her pussy. She stared back at me, blue eyes smoky with her arousal for my dick, her thighs spreading wider open.Beside her, Jessica wiggled out of her tight pants. She had a pair of red panties on, answering the mystery of whose were peeking out from under the bed. Her underwear came down with her jeans, pulled along by the tight. Maybe it just looked like a rubber stamp.Maybe that really was Joe DiMaggio's personally signed name, there, in the red ink. It's possible that it was.But that day, at Rickwood Field in Birmingham, it was different. The boy could actually see that uniformed baseball player, Johnny Mackinson, signing his name in the book! Sure, he was only a minor league player, but he was the starting pitcher that day for the Birmingham Barons! And they were Double-A! Lots of Barons players made it to the major. She rubs her eyes letting them adjust to the bright light, her vision clears and her heart jumps when she sees him. There, standing in the door way, she sees her master. Angel was a small girl, 5' 3" with long dark brown hair and the cutest cat like nose you've ever seen. Her eyes could melt an arctic snow cap with there gaze. She had the best smile that could make anyone's day. She was also very well endowed with a pair of DDD 36 breasts. All tho not extremely muscular, She was very strong.. Shouting erupts from the other side of the camp and a great roar of laughter follows it but I cannot see what is going on. Instead I look around again to see what other acts are being carried out tonight. Parts of the camp look like a sea of moving skin as multitudes of people are taking part in various sexual acts and depravities. Whilst watching a woman squatting above a man with a large dick up her ass and another deep down her throat I feel a finger moving around my anus. I try to close my.