"Well, may as well go off to my lonely bed," she announced as she rose to her feet. "I doubt if we can expect your mistress home at this hour, Saxon o...d buddy. So I guess it's just you and me for the night. I don't suppose Sally would mind if I slept on her bed."She headed straight for the bedroom, the dog trotting close at her heels. The big double bed looked inviting, with its neatly arrayed cover of purple satin and a plush pile of blue, green and gold pillows. The colors were reflected. He set it to feed me the mixture of pitches that you’d get from a human pitcher, and gradually increased the speed. I’d just hold the bat up where the ball would hit it. I was too little to swing the bat very well, but I could hold it steady, sort of like bunting. I bunted fast balls, curves, sinkers, sliders, knucklers, everything the machine knew how to pitch. I was fascinated watching the ball come at me. I could watch it and tell if it was going to cross the plate in the strike zone, and I. Joss thought Chris was nuts when she found him musing over the idea, but she got on-side from what she saw as the hostess side of things. That was no trouble for her. The rest of it just made her laugh. He’d been invited to a paintball match. He wasn’t all that enthusiastic about it, but he went. That was where the idea came from. His fields had corn in them that year in a kind of informal agreement with a farmer down the road and the harvest was in. The only thing left was to cut it down and. He then pulled her thong to one side and placed his giant fingers into her soaking wet pussy lips. Ana was dripping her juices already, as he was rubbing her clit. I watched as she shuddered with the excitement.He finally pulled her thong off her sweet body. He knelt above her with this tremendous dick in his hand and he parted Anita’s pussy lips with his thick cockhead.He slid it up and down getting my horny wife ready for it.Ana was now panting heavy and telling him to do it… She wanted it so.