Her fingers slowly caressed her pussy lips, and clit. She took charge as the dominant sexual partner. xxx No one was around to rescue Cherie from the wrath of the coaches and referee that she had tormented the entire baseball season. She was consumed by making her opinion known to the men who ran the game and coached the boys. He had called a third strike on her talented son, which cost his team the game. They ignored her and left the scene as soon as they could. The longer she lost herself in the memory of the gang rape, the more excited she became. She wondered if she could go commando and wear a short skirt at baseball games since the bleachers are just open benches.
