Levi Strauss for the strength of his denim jeans as my cock did its best to bust free… as 14 pairs of delicious ass cheeks gyrated up the steps, a handful encased, barely, in snug fitting ‘boy short’ briefs or totally inadequate thongs. I was a little disappointed that there were only four parents, mothers, seated in the stand behind our dugout, I waved to them, the other team had maybe eighteen counting a few fathers. She grabbed her bag and went out to join the now half dozen girls in varying stages of dress/undress at the benches, ‘well, I can’t chastise them after what I told them yesterday’ I mused, ‘might as well enjoy the view’. She drew breath, “sounds good Sarah, I’ll be there by 7:45”, and hung up. I went upstairs to dress, passing Anne, Cindy and Tina on their way down, got dressed and headed back down to hug and kiss all the girls…’jezuz, I have to allow an extra ten minutes to say goodbye now!’ I thought to myself, not that I would ever begrudge it. I walked over to the other dugout with a crestfallen look, Miss sticks strolled out to meet me, looking smug as fuck, “I begged, grovelled and pleaded for three minutes to cut the game back to two hours, she eventually, begrudgingly,
