Paul rounded first, saw the error, and kept on running, sliding into second and leaping up. XXX Hot Video At one red light his right hand began to cautiously slink across the seat until it rested on my thigh. His gaze was locked, frozen as my breasts and bra were uncovered. “You know,” I whispered, “you don’t just look at second base, you actually have to tag it,” and with that his chuckle, my giggle relieved all tension and seemed to shake him awake. Pitch number three: a hanging curve, right in Paul’s wheelhouse and he jumped on it, slicing it deep to right field. He smiled and turned to face the pitcher. I laughed as I remembered Yogi Berra’s advice: “when you come to a fork in the road…take it.”
The ping ponging lasted the entire walk, so much so that I stopped at
