Tessa tried not to be too jumpy when Conner moved around her, helping to set the small table. It wasn’t really him who was making her jumpy at the m...ment. Conner had scolded the boys into not only cleaning the egg from her house but also raking the dried grass from the yard and weeding what used to be a flower garden, nothing grew in it but weeds now, so she wondered why he had made the boys do it. Either way, the sounds from outside where the boys worked were nerve-racking. Conner wasn’t. My friend behind me was still finger fucking me but now he was trying to push a finger inside my asshole as well. No one has ever tried such a thing with me before and I wasn't so sure I wanted anything inside my ass. I moved forward and turned around saying "Give me your cock I want to suck it off." He said "Lick my fingers off first honey." I took his fingers even the one he had part way in my ass and cleaned them fully for him. He pulled his arm and hand back replacing it with a cock about. Appropriately, it was a simple prayer for a good harvest. She finally heard the carrier's noisy propellers as the craft approached. She and Elaine were mind-linked together, Elaine standing opposite Béla, one of them on each side of the lamppost.'Ready, Darling?' Béla sent to her sister.The two of them had spent several exciting hours designing this little ritual. They also had been practicing for several days on objects close to the size of the project they needed to teleport. Elaine, excited. Four weeks into the regular schedule, I was on fire. Still no long ball, but my average was attracting attention all over the league. I filled in at second base on occasion, but mostly I was the designated hitter.Lots of guys manage to keep the average up over .400 in April. It's not unheard of.I was hitting .476 on May 1. It might not have been unheard of, but it was pretty damned unusual. Worse than that, I was giving people fits at the plate. Once, in a game against Toronto, their starter.