I picked up my SUV the next day.I got home. I opened the box. The manager from Triple D's was more crazy than me. He had bought some very skimpy girl ...oftball uniforms. There were some pink cleats. They were platform heels with soft white cleats on the bottom. They made who ever was wearing them look like that may topple over. Some long white socks for the girls to wear. There was some pink socks that were stretched over there legs and up to there knees. There were some small pink mini skirts. . . I can remember the feeling. I don’t want to sound to cliché, but it was as if a fantasy had come to life for me. I was actually living a dream... Something crazy like that. She backed away momentarily to pull my t-shirt off and unbuttoned my shorts. She then pulled off her own shorts and panties that revealed her dark, very hairy, and very wet muff. She pulled my hand toward it and I began awkwardly rubbing her labia and bush. I remember how good and musky the air now smelled. She began to. Curling my fingers upward, I stroked the vaginal wall behind her pubic bone several times in quick succession and got the desired result. ‘Oh God!’ she cried out softly,’ and then clamped a hand over her mouth as I did it again. ‘Oh God,’ she repeated, whispering though her fingers. For the next minute or so, I worked her G-spot with my fingertips and massaged her clit with the palm of my hand. Whimpering continuously through her fingers, she rocketed up to the edge and went over with a thin,. “Oh, nothing much. A friend just stuck his head in for a few minutes. He’s gone now.”“Just came and left again?” said Alexandra. She had a good idea what exactly had occurred. Roger’s moans and grunts had traveled clearly over the phone lines. Indeed, it had given her a definite tingle in the crotch, and she looked forward to going to the club and giving a special workout to some deserving young stud.“Something like that. So, what’s up lately?”“Well, you’ll never believe who came.