He said he didn't mind if I spunked early as he could see how engorged my cock was. When he mentioned that and with the continuing sexy pics of Kate c...ming on the screen, I stoked my cock a couple of times, let out a few moans and in a flash I was unloading my man muck everywhere. Spunk flew upwards and landed all on me and the leather sofa. It was a real sight, all that pent up love/lust for Kate coming out for her. I can imagine if I was shagging her for real I would struggle to last long.. Since I'd always had an extremely open stance, more or less facing the pitcher, the protruding frames of my rubber goggles didn't create a problem. I may have looked ridiculous, but I wasn't posing for the cover of Sports Illustrated.Not yet, anyway.I met the pitching coach one morning, ten days after the beaning, for batting practice at Camden Yards. I found out that I could see the pitched ball just fine -- at least at BP speeds. The thick rubber frames on the goggles made me feel more. I actually felt a little guilty about the lust I felt for his wife.Later on in the day as the drinks had loosened everyone up I found myself alone with Sandy. I tried to keep my conversation innocent and was doing a good job of it. But after a while I began to get the impression that Sandy was flirting with me. I didn't notice it at first when she was complementing me on how nice our house looked and how I did such a great job with my landscaping but when she told me I had a nice body and. ”“It's fine,” I didn't care, my mind was on other things. “Just be safe.”“I will,” Rachel looked so happy. “You having any luck?”“Not at the moment,” I keep losing my stranger. I smiled, “but the night is still young!”“And so are we!”Rachel chimed in. “I have a feeling your luck's about to change. See ya later!” She got up and headed back over to her guy.As the night progressed I began to feel a little hopeless. There was no sign of my stranger anywhere. I had looked on the dance floor, over.