Mr. Forbes told me that I would be pitching on Monday, and he wanted me to bat second. He also told me that I could throw as many flutterballs as I wa...ted to. I didn't know if Tommy had gotten the word, so I would tell him on Thursday.I showed up at Tommy's house on Friday about 1:45. I had ridden my bicycle, more on a whim than anything else. I rang the front door bell a couple of times with no response, so I went around to the pool. Tommy was there, so that was why he had not heard the. "Billy ran into the house. He came out a moment later with the chicken and potatoes and put them on the worktable next to the barbecue. He went back into the house, while Norman began to arrange the food on the grill."Need any help," Bill asked, walking over. He was a bit shorter than Norman, with a thick mustache and curly black hair. "Chelsey just went in to give Edith a hand." No, I'm fine, thank you. I was afraid we'd have to hose the pair of you down." Well, um, ah, you remember how. I was like a teenager again. Finally I called in sick and we spent the rest of the day together at the house.We spent the rest of the week together. Fucking like rabbits until he finally left early Saturday morning. We made love one last time that morning just after 6AM. It was amazing and I didn't want it to end. My husband got home around 4PM and we had our talk. He sat me down and admitted he had been keeping things from me. First, his business had been in trouble, but now it was back on. I was across her stomach, rubbing it gently working my way down to her pussy, which probably is throbbing for my cock by now. I moved down lower and lower until I felt her panty lines. I knew what kind of panty she wore; I saw her changing a few times accidentally before when we were growing up as kids. It happened mostly when I ran by her room window, which she sometimes forgets to close when she was changing. She wore white silk cotton panties, and that was such a turn on for me..