She walks in and takes her position. She makes sure that she is mentally prepared for the long session that she is to endure without wearing out.
His objective was to wear her out. He could go on for hours without getting tired. He had this practice of rubbing the balls against his pant before he started. It was his way of making sure that the balls were sufficiently lubricated so that they slide gently over the field.
Now he looks like he is sufficiently charged. He comes in and without much ado, she wields the bat. She looks like she is ready to take him. She tightens her grip of the bat, squeezing it and moving it up and down.
He tries to take charge by coming into her with full force. But then, she takes full control of the proceedings, effortlessly stroking him over point and deep fine leg.
As time elapses and she keeps stroking him, she realizes that he is getting harder and harder and more difficult to stop. It gets really hot and both of them are really sweating it out.
She has a wierd position and faces him with her legs spread apart. He consistently finds the gap between her legs. Every now and then he taunts her by asking = "Howzzat?". Her control over the whole situation isn't as good as she would like it to be.
She was loosing her strength. She wanted to adjust her position before he came. She knew that he was gonna come anytime then. To heighten her misery, she wasn't wearing any protective guard. But, there was nothing she could do about it now. Finally, the inevitable had to happen. It was more of an accident than an accident. She was bed-ridden for the next 10 months and all she could think of was the day of the delivery
His objective was to wear her out. He could go on for hours without getting tired. He had this practice of rubbing the balls against his pant before he started. It was his way of making sure that the balls were sufficiently lubricated so that they slide gently over the field.
Now he looks like he is sufficiently charged. He comes in and without much ado, she wields the bat. She looks like she is ready to take him. She tightens her grip of the bat, squeezing it and moving it up and down.
He tries to take charge by coming into her with full force. But then, she takes full control of the proceedings, effortlessly stroking him over point and deep fine leg.
As time elapses and she keeps stroking him, she realizes that he is getting harder and harder and more difficult to stop. It gets really hot and both of them are really sweating it out.
She has a wierd position and faces him with her legs spread apart. He consistently finds the gap between her legs. Every now and then he taunts her by asking = "Howzzat?". Her control over the whole situation isn't as good as she would like it to be.
She was loosing her strength. She wanted to adjust her position before he came. She knew that he was gonna come anytime then. To heighten her misery, she wasn't wearing any protective guard. But, there was nothing she could do about it now. Finally, the inevitable had to happen. It was more of an accident than an accident. She was bed-ridden for the next 10 months and all she could think of was the day of the delivery
