“Tsk, tsk. Apparently this isn’t helping you listen. I told you to be quiet…” As his words trail off he reaches down and pulls my underwear of... of my feet. My eyes widen as I see the handful of soaked panties being shoved in my mouth. Then he spanks me again, harder than before. I yell out, but it’s muffled now. Suddenly I feel his hands touching my wetness, stroking it. “Hmm… seems like I’m not getting through to you. You, my little whore, are dripping wet…” Then, with a single thrust, barely. Forbes had a problem. However, we won the game 6-2, and I drove in one of the runs.Mr. Forbes told me that I would be pitching on Monday, and he wanted me to bat second. He also told me that I could throw as many flutterballs as I wanted to. I didn't know if Tommy had gotten the word, so I would tell him on Thursday.I showed up at Tommy's house on Friday about 1:45. I had ridden my bicycle, more on a whim than anything else. I rang the front door bell a couple of times with no response, so I. It was not long before she was ready to cum again. He slid his fingers inside her and worked her g-spot, while his thumb worked her clit nice and firm. He held her up with his other arm as her body thrashed about as she came again. She had hardly finished cumming when he turned her around and entered her from behind. She was saying 'No, noo, nooooo,' as he pushed his way inside her. With her two hands against the wall, he plowed deep into her. Grabbing her by the hips, he thrust into her. She sat on her haunches in the sand and thought, her tits crammed against her thighs. Then, as quietly as she could, she crept back up the smooth sand dune and peeked over. She wanted to see them again. She wanted to watch them. Her tummy fluttered with a strange thrill.They were both moaning softly, wrapped tightly in each other's arms. Vickie had a perfect view of the young man's pale ass cheeks as he pumped his cock up and dawn, back and forth, into the cunt of the girl beneath him. His red.