Her fastball is probably close to seventy and that sinker broke about a foot in front of the plate. You don’t have a chance, my friend.”“Thanks ...ranco.” I looked out to Kayla who was still seated and had her phone out. Whose idea was this?She came back with a fastball and this time I caught a piece of it, fouling it to the backstop. She pulled another ball out of the bucket. One ball and two strikes. She brushed me back at the knees and I gave her an evil look. Her face didn’t change. Two and. Her car was on the third floor. Not a long climb, and easy for her. She was very fit, and worked out regularly. She was glad no one was behind her though.Her car was the only one on the floor. She was so tired, and looking forward to getting home. Maybe that was why she didn’t hear anything. She was about to unlock her car when a hand covered her mouth from behind. Something sharp pressed against her throat. “Don’t scream. Don’t fight,” hissed a man’s voice.Brenda froze. Oh my gawd.The. Three months; it was currently mid-October. That meant it would run right through the holidays. Merry Fucking Christmas.I figured I should probably file for divorce sooner than later. Without saying another word I left my untouched wine on the table and went into the garage. I did a lot of boxing in my youth. Of course at forty-four years of age I didn’t step into the ring anymore but I had a heavy bag hanging up out there. I used it to stay in shape mostly but sometimes when something went. My God, the two of them together was incredibly hot; especially when Sharon started to tell Emma what to do. I opened my drawer and grabbed a handful of Vaseline and started working on my swollen cock. I took my time as I enjoyed the film and occasionally took nice long sniffs of both Emma’s panties and Sharon’s bra. Each bore their personal scent and I loved the sensation of their different smells washing over my senses.As I watched Emma’s talented young tongue sliding deep between Sharon’s.