By the time the batter realized what was coming it was too late to take an effective swing. The sinker produced a great many grounders which kept the ...nfielders busy. Udo's changeup was a full 10 miles per hour slower than his hard sinker. Batters got ahead of the pitch and if they managed to drive it at all, it was usually into foul territory. His fastball was the same speed as the sinker but didn't drop at the end.Still, when Udo's stamina started to wane, his pitches stayed up in the strike. She slid her hand from where it rested inside his knee up to his crotch and rubbed his package."I missed you, you know." She said with a whimper."I missed you too." He said pulling her tighter."If I didn't have Declan while we waited for you to shower at the Stadium, I would have went in there with you. That's how much I missed you this week." She said as she fumbled with the zipper on his pants."THAT would have been a first, as well as giving the other coaches some thing to talk about. The. I don't know if I can go. I mean, if I should." Why? What's wrong? Did Morfs give you some kind of deformity on your body, or are you just too shy to show yourself? Please, tell me Maren."She flushed pink, "It's not that. But I don't own a bathing suit or anything like that." She hesitated and I looked expectantly at her to continue. "The truth is, I never learned to swim."Surprised, I looked at her, "That's it? Well I an teach you I'm quite a good swimmer. Not that I will win many races, but I. I quickly discovered that Brittney enjoyed being seen, putting on a show for others, and that she also enjoyed watching them… like those men who would masturbate while they watched us. It was easy to see that her attention had been focused on them… on their swollen members as they were beaten furiously to climax.One day in September, she even invited one man who had discovered us in the man's bathroom of a high-rise office building to come closer so that she could wrap her luscious red lips.