"How was I to know I'd end up pitching for Washington?" He waved his hands."You can't bet on baseball," said Mr. Ambrose quietly, his fingers now clam...ed together before him. "You ever hear of Pete Rose?" But I never bet on a game," he cried, waving his hands. "Not one fucking game." Is there a relief pitcher loose somewhere?" I asked Ambrose while Charlie sputtered"No," he said, shaking his head, looking sad, "I've already checked. Nobody you would want, but that kid we sent down, Amberson,. I fucked her cummy pussy slowly while she jerked and spasmed and bucked.I woke to sounds of the jungle waking up and looked at the young Kaire girl. I caressed her pelvis and she began to purr, "keep it up and I will not let you out of bed all day."I laughed and bent to suck on a nipple before escaping and climbing out of the bed. She shuddered and groaned before she sat up. We washed and I smiled as I watched her use a human douche I did not know she had brought. I dressed and checked my rifle. Three thirty am. He wasn't sure if it was the knocking sound or his full bladder that had caused him to wake up, but he knew that unless he at least went for a piss he wouldn't be getting back to sleep anytime soon. Carefully he got out of his bed and navigated his bedroom.Thud. Thud. Thud.The knocking noise was louder in the hallway. He walked towards the bathroom and noticed his step sister's bedroom door was ajar. As he passed by he couldn't help but look in and his eyes were met by a sight. I want to do my share around here," Iheard myself saying, even though it wasn't really true. I really wantedto be able to hang around the house and have someone else do all thework, but certain women turn me into a babbling idiot. Apparently Jordanwas one of those women even if she was my stepmother. I almost ran intothe house before I could say any other stupid things, afraid of what Imight commit myself to in a moment of weakness.Dinner was a little strange, as Jordan spent most of the time.