I then concentrated on her little clitoris, licking and then sucking it continuously, until she began to squirm trying to move away from my probing to...gue. Then I gently opened her folds with my thumbs and licked and sucked her most intimate parts, lapping at her hole and sticking my tongue into her opening. I couldn’t wait any longer so I straightened up and undid the button on my trousers and unzipped my fly.Upon hearing my zip being pulled down she immediately moved her hands fromher face. Besides covering my territory between second and third base without any errors, I was always in position taking a cutoff throw from the outfield to backing up the second and third basemen. It never mattered how important the game or what the score was, I tenaciously played every game as if it was the World Series. My mother can attest to that tenacity still noting how I always had the dirtiest uniform on the team. Late in the game, the first thing I noticed as I straddled the bag at third, was. It's because of this last bit of hope that she was so desperate to save her crotch. She did it because knew that her vagina in flames would hurt much more than her butt, but mostly because she still wanted to have sex one day. Peter agreed in his thoughts, he could totally pull her out and save her if he really wanted to. But he just smiled at her and kept masturbating. He also noticed that she was sacrificing her butt for her vagina. He almost laughed at this, because he knew both would be. My refusal seemed to upset Brenda, but I held fast with it.By the time Mrs. Connor arrived, Brenda and I were barely speaking. I sat in the front seat with Mrs. Connor for the ride over to my house, answering her questions with short replies of my own. Brenda was barely civil answering her mother's questions, and finally told her she didn't wish to talk about it. It, in this instance, apparently meant everything.I didn't go to any more tennis sessions with Brenda for the rest of that week. I.