Pedro is slow to move his glove about while waggling his fingers. Mo shakes him off when his glove is in the top of the middle of the zone.Mo’s body...action is just like before, but this time the ball is further to his right and heading straight for the head of the batter. However, it’s slow enough the batter has time to throw himself backwards out of the way. In doing so his bat comes up and it strikes the ball to deflect it up a bit and toward first base. Pedro is able to jump that way to. Relaxing a bit, figuring the pitcher would surely concentrate on the strike out, I looked back to the pitcher and saw the sun at its absolute worst, the burning rays bringing tears to my eyes. Pulling my hat down further and holding up my glove, I blinked away the tears and got ready. With a quick glance to my right, I noticed the base runner had slid an extra step toward home plate and I sensed an uncomfortable pause in the shadowy figure on the pitcher’s mound before he started his wind up. I. He walked past her again and this time he placed more pressure on her. This time, she turned to glare at him."Jack, what are you doing?" she demanded. "Nothing, mum," he said innocently."Probably this place is too small for me to walk past, so..." She gave him a stare-down, then turned back to the groceries. Jack decided to hazard it one more time. He liked touching her soft flesh. He started to walk past her again when something naughty entered his mind. He stopped behind her and, suddenly,. So my sister, Shama decides that one day she is going out to a club with some friends. Her friends came over, they all showered in the house, got dressed and then left together. Shama was a party animal, and loved to dance. Once they had left, I decided to have a wank, thinking about her gorgeous body once again. I stroked my cock, it was hard and throbbing, thinking about men fucking her, about how her pussy would look like open, wet and stretched. I visualised me standing behind her, watching.