"Standing at the railing near the dugout, Lois leaned over the rail and motioned elaborately at the nearest man in uniform, the Orioles' hitting coach... B.J. Surhoff. He ignored her at first, but his name was on his back, and Lois wasn't the shy, retiring type. "Hey, Surhoff!" she shouted. He turned around and saw the attractive young woman, vigorously motioning for him to come near.He did come near. The fact that Lois was drop-dead gorgeous probably didn't hurt. But Surhoff, a cautious veteran. Keep fucking me, babe. You are making me feel like I am in heaven today”.My hot girlfriend was speaking while moaning from time to time and hearing her say all this was just turning me on even more. I pulled my dick out, turned her around and started kissing her hard. She lifted one of her legs up and signalled me to ram her pussy.I started pushing my dick into her pussy which was wet as hell right now. Her pussy was leaking onto her legs and her moans were filling the room.Lust had taken over. It only took 20 minutes afterfinishing, before Doug was in the bathroom on the toilet complaining ofstomach cramps. I suggested a nice long shower to soothe him. As heshowered I dropped some powder onto the top towel in the closet andrubbed it in. Twenty minutes later, Doug was throwing up violently inthe toilet. Holding his stomach with the towel draped around hischest, Doug made a beeline for our bedroom. He pulled on a pair ofunderwear, sweat pants, and a tee shirt before diving under. I ended up buying a couple dresses andskirts, a few blouses, a swimsuit, several styles of shoes, and a fewthings from Victoria's Secret. Throughout the day people would tell mehow pretty my daughter was and that I was a lucky mom or that my daughterwas lucky she got my looks. I thanked them and I must admit thecompliments felt pretty nice.After shopping for several hours, we went home and changed into ourswimsuits. Dylan put on a pair of swimming trunks and Peyton put on aone-piece suit.