"Who's behind the plate?" I asked."McNally," said my catcher. "He'll be rubbing his big belly on my back, putting his hand on my shoulder. He's awful ...riendly, works on one knee." He used to call the outside one," I said as pitching coach Marvin Marshall flipped pages in his loose-leaf book and spat carelessly into the wind."Still does. Just hit the glove." Johnson smacked the middle of his mitt with his huge fist."No fast ball strikes," I said. "Let's go up the ladder."Bigger nodded. This. I loved them both as family but I thought that maybe I could love Sarah as a wife. I found that I was missing her. I missed the way her smile was crooked at times and how she would tease me when I said dumb things. I thought about how she gave me that show, she touched herself for my benefit. She could be wild and edgy at a time in her life when most women were getting boring. I missed Shaye and Mary too but in a much different way. As a I sat there with a scotch on the rocks in the dark of my. ”I might have to spank you.” She heard the smile in his voice, not a smile that made her doubt the sincerity of his threat, but a smile challenging her to do just that. She was glad to oblige, to fulfill his every pleasure - in the end, that was all she desired for the evening. So when his lips tried to find hers, she averted her face, denied him the access he demanded. His reaction was immediate and breathtaking. A sharp series of slaps were alternated on her butt cheeks, each a little. Her 32B pert breasts, just right to fit in the palm of my hand, needed no support. With a tight waist and hips flaring just so, a sweet sexy ass, and legs that carried her with stature, I was fortunate to be dating her. How that happened, well that’s a story for another day. Suffice it to say, I was the envy of the single enlisted men. The envy of many of the married men, as well. So, now here we were on an awesome spring day in late April. The sun was shining, some fluffy clouds floating.