While Dean went on feeling her thighs and staring at them and at the bit of black nylon panties he could see in her crotch, Mary opened the top of her...dress, and said something to the boy. Dean looked up to watch as she pulled the dress down to her waist. He gave a little cry at the sight of the bulging cups of her black bra and the white skin between. The cleavage of her boobs was deep and thrilling, and the boy hungered to see her tits bare, to rub them with both hands.He got part of his wish. In fact, that year we put in four steal home plays just for Sammy. He was normally a rather quiet, unassuming kid but occasionally he would become upset with one of his teammates and he wasn’t shy about making his feelings known. He would shout that player’s name twice to get his attention, once loudly followed a second time more softly, then make his point speaking in a rhythm emphasizing every third or fourth word as in, ‘BILLY, Billy! Coach done TOLD you to quit FLAGGIN’ at the BALL. You. I could tell she had never been touched like this before, and certainly not used to having been shaved down there. Her movements became more rhythmic as my fingers probed deeper into her slick, wet folds. I found her clit and teased it, stroked it, stopping only when she seemed on the verge of having an orgasm. Finally when it appeared that she couldn't take any more, I pushed her over the edge and watched in awe as spasms of pleasure rippled through her bound body. I released my beautiful. “Maybe the rain will let up. If it doesn’t I’ll give you a ride home.” She nodded. “My name’s Nicole.” “Tom. Pleasure.” I was painfully aware of the way my boner bulged in my khakis as I stood up. Nicole’s eyes flashed down and she looked away, trying to hide a smile. We drank coffee and talked about music. The rain did not let up, so when the coffee was done I drove her back to her apartment. She invited me in to hear her play. The apartment was a studio but it was fairly spacious. She.