After just s few minutes I hear the squeak of flip flops on the concrete floor. There wasn't any door at the entrance to the mens house—just a big o...ening. If you stood just right—you could see dudes standing at the piss trough—but the showers and stalls were out of site. I didn't hear any further noise, so I assume whomever was just taking a piss, although for the most part most of the guys would just whip it out wherever they were standing if all they had to do was piss. Finally, he speaks.. "Choose your bat; we'll toss for the serve."In spite of the difference in their ages, Hiram whipped her out in the first three sets, rocketing his shots so fast they were on her side before she had even decided between a backhand and a forehand. Ronnie was impressed - for a guy who spent as much time in the office as her father did, he was remarkably fit. For a second, she wondered about the muscles that might be rippling under her father's Hawaiian shirt, and with a start, she realized that. "We can't do this," I pant. “My family is right there." I look over my shoulder and can clearly make out my family carrying on as usual, totally oblivious to the elicit scene developing just feet behind them. He smiles slyly. "Turn around." Should I? Can I? I want to, but this is just so wrong. Fuck it, I'm dripping wet so I turn around, my heart beating frantically as I stand in anticipation, arching my back as I stand against him. I feel his hard cock rubbing against my ass and I push. For the first time, I see Bruce losing his smile as he puts himself between the muscle block and me. “Yes, yes, he’s our new recruit. Don’t punch him, it’s cool! We are cool! Ah, shame girl, calm down!” he says, his South African accent showing more as he’s nervous.“He’d better be!” she simply replies.As Bruce sees that she will not punch and massacre my face, he moves aside and makes the presentation. “So... Alex, this is Emma, our tactical specialist.”As he gives her name, it softens the.