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Julie and I walked back to the school, I had suggested she meet Jim, just to make sure he had no issue with Julie helping me out with the team from time to time, Anne going home in her car. She gasped, her hand jerking up to cover mine as she stumbled slightly causing me to grip her tit tighter and the two fingers pinched the nipple a little, she gasped again and stumbled. Hearing the gate chime, ‘that will be Anne’ I thought and noted the time, ‘guess I better give them a full tour of the house since they were going to be living here full time’. Dana had padded up and squatted behind the plate, bouncing her ass up and down to loosen muscles, I stood behind her, hands on knees, catching glimpses of yellow as her skirt flapped from her bouncing, the pitcher got set, “damn, yellow is my favorite colour” I whispered just loud enough for Dana to hear, she gasped and toppled sideways, giggling as she got to her feet and stepped to me, “geez coach, we’re all the one team you

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