Their words rang in my ears.Is the slut wet?Such an erotic animal.She’s ripe and ready for fucking.The obscenity of his words made me jump and squir..., feeling desperately exposed with my legs held wide apart, my cunt exposed by my crotchless panties for anyone who wanted to look. His words were embarrassingly true. I could feel how wet my cunt was, hot and needy.The man kept talking. ‘The slut likes having her legs spread.’ He spoke a quick sentence I didn’t understand. But even I recognized it. The home plate umpire gestured me to first base and walked out to warn the pitcher that the next close one, to any hitter, would be his last pitch of the day.The Yankee pitcher's control miraculously improved after that, and our cleanup hitter, Miguel Tejada, was retired on a fly ball to center.I got up again in the fourth inning and, again, was hit by a pitch. The umpire, true to his word, promptly tossed the Yankee starter out of the game, causing a major uproar, but getting me nothing except. But she could not help but notice that Ramu ogled at her frequently. Sometimes in kitchen he stared at her boobs or sometimes while coming back from market in bus he would touch her bare hands under the basket. She ignored all this until one day… Anjali entered her bathroom as usual and undressed herself. She turned on the shower and was applying soap on her breasts when she thought that she saw something dark behind the tiny window. She froze and frowned. Is somebody peeping on me while. " Yeah, but..." I swallowed hard because the only time I jerked off was at night in my bed, with the lights off. "What if your sister comes back?" She won't!" Kyle rolled his eyes. "She's busy doing her costume thing. She never comes in here." She just did!" I laughed at him."That's my point! She was in her already, so it ain't gonna happen again. Think about it." Fourteen year old logic, Kyle and me were good at that."Oh man," I frowned because I was always thinking about Jocelyn, and I really.