But some wag got to calling our "T.S. Williams" by the much-more-fun name of "Tough Shit," and, naturally enough, that had rapidly become his nickname...for-life.Probably not exactly what old Dad had in mind.Anyway, I asked Surhoff what the problem was with the kid's hitting. I knew Tough Shit was hanging in there at around .282, and that he'd finished the previous year at .277. Not at all shabby."I'd like you to watch his swing," Surhoff said. "The little fucker is a natural. He's got a gorgeous. Her lectures to Sara took their toll, and by the time she was in high school, Sara was worried about her strong sex drives. Few of her friends liked it as much as she did, and all in all, she began to get the feeling that there was something wrong with her.In high school, Sara was taller than average. She began looking for a personal style — she didn't want to look like all the other girls. Her mother had bought her bras as soon as she had started to grow breasts, but Sara found them. She kept her position on the floor, reaching up to yank my pants down to my ankles and swiftly pushing me forward so that my butt was sticking out and right above her mouth. I felt her hands grab each of my ass cheeks and spread them apart, then her warm tongue was sliding between them and I inhaled sharply when my asshole was moistened with her saliva. Cynthia's tongue was as good in back as it was in front and I arched my back to meet her probing tongue, one hand reaching behind me to help. Jenny had told her how she got aroused when spanked and that while it hurt she masturbated afterwards. Kelly had always been astounded by that but even so became friends with her; and joined her bomb diving everyone at the Academy. As spank followed spank, Kelly didn’t feel any sexual arousal. Just pain. The hand spanking stung, particularly when her Mum focused on the backs of her legs. There was a moments gap, the slipper was tapped a couple of times on her bottom, and then there was constant.