It was like he was giving the Marlins time to be sure they could get the ball over to first before he arrived.Oh, I knew it was just a routine play an... I knew, as well as anybody, that Chambers would more than likely have been out at first, no matter what he had done. Didn't matter. I was Old School, and nothing pissed me off quicker than seeing a ballplayer -- especially a kid like that -- failing to hustle.When Chambers came back into the dugout and found a seat, I got up and sat down right. He rubbed his hand against my still wet pussy. John gave me a funny little look as he removed his hand. I just smiled at him as I moved my finger up around his ear. What those ladies made me wet for you, I said as I gave him my little evil grin. John just shook his head as he gunned the engine a little, as he shifted gears. I told him to slow it down, as I wanted to get home in one piece as I had something on my mind. As we drove home, I thought about how wonderful I felt about tonight. We soon. She certainly seemed to be enjoying it though. There was a very noticeable damp spot appearing on her white panties. She dropped the ruler on the bed and reached between her thighs. Pressing her fingers hard against her pussy she started rubbing in a hard, circular manner. She spread her legs further apart and rested her head down on the bed. This made her ass sit further up making her panties ride deeper into her ass. She pulled her panties aside and began rubbing her pussy again. She was. “Yeah, and?” Brantley looked at her, still naked, and questioned.“And? And what Brantley? Really? That’s all you can say?” Mom said as she pointed at him.“Sherrie’s a grown woman! She knew what she was doing!” Brantley yelled back at her.“Well, you all can stand her and argue if you want. What’s done is done. I am going inside. I need a shower. Come on Missy!” I exclaimed and walked quickly past my parents to the stairs that led to my room with Missy in tow.I slammed the door to my room after.