It felt like summer rain, soft and warm, as he came with a mighty roar, jerking his fist in a blurred frenzy along his spunking shaft. His balls poppe... out of her mouth as he leaned back to finish off over her tits, spattering them at random until the last drop fell onto her nipple. Her fingers slid from his arse and massaged his balls, making sure they'd given her all they could while he smeared the sticky cream into her skin, sliding it back up for her to suck the head clean and complete his. Rebecca always had potential to grow up to become a hot fucking piece of meat, she 5"10, long brown straight hair, nice eyes and that slutty look, her frame stands at between 6/8 and her perky little tits 32b make her body seem even littler, her long legs hang out of her tight little skirts she wanders around in the garden wearing, the thin material clinging to her tight little body showing off every toned muscle. after years of watching her, waiting for warm days so I knew she would be out. Dire warnings about moving too fast were issued and young heads nodded their obligatory confirmation that wisdom had been dispensed and received.Of course kids are kids so all that good advice got mostly ignored, but the parents kept a tight rein on the Victor kids. Maybe that’s one reason why we didn’t have any teen pregnancies in our family history.Anyway, the Skype sessions were all normal and slightly boring, other than the fact that I got a shot of cute girl now and then. I still thought. Paul went out to get Bailey and signaled the bullpen for -- me.What the fuck? Paul was pulling Bailey and bringing me -- a left-hander, to pitch to the Yankee's new guy. It didn't make any sense! Was I being set up to fail?When I got to the mound, my questioning expression must have been pretty obvious. "Take off your shoe," Paul said."Take off my..." Just take off your fucking shoe!" he hissed, "so I'll have time to talk to you."I took off my shoe and slowly picked at several imaginary rocks.