The umpire threw me a new ball, and I turned my back on the batter as he circled the bases at a slow and stately pace, enjoying every minute of it whi...e his dugout buried me with their jibes about my age, skinny legs and bald head. I rubbed the ball until its skin was loose. The cold crowd clapped and yelled, but gloved hands do not make much noise.In our second inning, we got the run back, and I made the third out. There is an old baseball joke that goes, who bats after the pitcher? The answer. The sexual tension in the air had certainly ebbed since our last round of orgasms, but it certainly hadn’t disappeared. Finally Mark piped up “I can’t believe how kinky you guys are!”. I was surprised to hear that as I had thought them the kinky ones. “What do you mean?” I asked. Mark and Mandy looked at each other and said that they had never seen anyone actually lick someone else’s asshole. They knew that people did, and had seen it in the movies but had never dared to try themselves. Mandy. Another part was horrified. What if someone should come in and discover me? What if this was all a trick, designed to embarrass me? In the end, I decided to try to divorce myself from all my doubts, and just think about what the note had said, and how it made me feel. I stood, just barely sure enough to continue, and pulled my shirt over my head. Jeans were next, and I stood there in bra and panties, still not certain. I realised then that I had some leeway within the instructions, and turned. .. Sniff..." The smell of blood was distinct, close by. The head of the Brown Digger turned to Zax's body. With its nose the Brown Digger could easily smell the blood splattered beneath Zax torso – he spat it involuntary when his body started to spasm. On that note, the Brown Digger sense of smell was more unique than strong, since it was known to be capable to actually smell Qi or mist energy, even when inside an Earth's Core's shell."Gurrrr!" The Brown Digger got close to Zax, his sharp claws.