My mind tried to identify exactly when I had warned them, and failed. I suddenly wondered if I ever had warned them about this little game they wanted...to play. "If I didn't, I should have," I said, trying to cover the bases. "What we've been doing is called foreplay. Have you heard of foreplay?"That's first base, second base, third base and a home run," said Ashley."No, it's not," I said. "What you just described is a game some girls play that involves conscious decisions about what you're. I arrived at Gym class. Oh Fay was in my class. Nice. The blonde andbrunette cheerleaders arrived a minute after me. They were in my class aswell. Awkward.When the Gym teacher announced that we would be going outside today andplaying softball I was excited."Sweet," I said to myself. I have some extra experience in this area. Iwas the fastest base-runner on my company team. It was a source of thatconfidence I gained in my adult life. After the games I met my wife whileplaying flip-cup at the. I turned my phone off again in case my husband came up with any more questions as I'm getting the fucking of my life. Just thinking of what was coming had my juices flowing and my mind a buzzing. I didn't have to strip to climb into my bubble bath as I never put my bikini bottom back on after being on the beach. As I washed my body I just couldn't keep my fingers away from my clit or my nipples. As I felt a nice orgasm coming on I did something I never, never, did before I my life, I pushed a. ?Mothers to me.? Joyce said, waving her arms to the mothers to come in for a talk. Slowly the mothers of the girls got up and walked towards Joyce.?What is it, oh leader on high?? Beth said mocking Joyce’s position. She didn’t like Joyce. Grace appreciated Joyce’s success in her job as a good role model for her daughter.?I’m afraid I’ve put us in a bit of a situation.? Joyce looked around at the mothers. ?I made a bet with the coach of the other team. Losing team must provide the meat.