New Balls Please (Ball Games #3) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Andie M. Long
and string and I'm not going to birth the eggs on my woodland walk. I can imagine having to explain to a child that they are the pretty egg shells of a Big Tit, the big tit being me for trying to walk around with them in, as they depart my vagina and roll onto the floor.
Still there is nothing but the vaguest sensation of them smacking together. I recall one of the Google articles which said they can always be used as a cat toy and wonder if our Camille's Bob would get more use out of them than I am.
The smell of the pancake house I stroll past is gorgeous. I’m about to head inside when I spot the manmade beach area and see the kids swings. There's a spare one. Shall I give it a go? It's the nearest I'll get to a rocking chair.
As I make my way over to the spare swing, I can see other parents eyeball me. A few stand next to their swinging children. Why can't I go on one? Where does it say it’s only a children's play area? Oh, over there near the path. Oh, well, it’s only going to be a minute before I find out the balls are no use whatsoever. I smile at a parent next to me.
'It's years since I went on a swing.'
The woman awards me a polite smile.
I take a seat and use my feet to start the motion. As is usual when I’m nervous, I start to talk bollocks to the stranger next to me.
'My daughter's twenty-one so I guess it'll be about twelve years since I went on a swing. They should open playgrounds for grown-ups, shouldn't they?'
The woman nods and looks around, then at her child. 'Come on, Harriet. Let's get those pancakes now.'
I'm left on the swings by myself.
I use my feet to launch myself, pick up motion and smack . The balls come together with more force, kissing each other like balls on a snooker table.
Oh, my.
Another parent comes over with her two children and the kids fight over who is having the free swing. The mother looks at me, her glare clearly indicating that as a grown up, I should get off the other fucking swing.
She hasn't got a prayer.
I kick my feet on the ground, swinging faster and faster. My smile gets bigger as the rocking does its work. 'Swings are so much fun,' I shout at the angry mother whose lips pucker even tighter.
'Wheeeeeeee.'
My face is flushing but as excited as I’m getting, I'm still in a children's playground. I jump off the swing with a playful bounce my interior finds delightful and skip the whole way back to my villa. My crescendo reaches as I walk through the doorway and collapse on the sofa. Wave after wave of pleasure passes through my body.
I sigh in bliss and keep my eyes closed for a few short moments. As nice as it was, it was far too much effort and I won't be inserting a Ben Wa ball or Luv Egg ever again. As I open my eyes with the intention of going to the loo to extract the balls and clean myself up, I come eye to eye with a duck outside the patio doorway.
Can ducks have knowing stares? Feeling embarrassed, I make my way to the loo.
Chapter Five
Camille
I gaze around my busy play centre Kid Zone and find it hard to believe that next month it will have been open for a whole year. Not a bad achievement for a twenty-one-year-old. A week on Friday, I'm twenty-two. I wanted to go out for a meal with my boyfriend Dylan and the family, but I'm not sure what will happen now, parent wise. Dad still won't budge and texted me this morning to say he's called the bank and shut down Mum's credit and debit card. They’ve always been close and now it's like parents at war. Don't get me wrong, they've quarrelled like any couple does, but this… it seems serious this time. My mum may have gone too far.
After lunch, my friend Beth comes through the doors of the play centre. Her cute curly haired son beams at me.
'Hey, Trey. Hot chocolate?'
'Yes, pease.'
Now he's three, Trey spends his mornings at nursery, meaning that Beth has had time to devote to her new online business selling children's chocolate bars. It's taking off and is a job that works
Still there is nothing but the vaguest sensation of them smacking together. I recall one of the Google articles which said they can always be used as a cat toy and wonder if our Camille's Bob would get more use out of them than I am.
The smell of the pancake house I stroll past is gorgeous. I’m about to head inside when I spot the manmade beach area and see the kids swings. There's a spare one. Shall I give it a go? It's the nearest I'll get to a rocking chair.
As I make my way over to the spare swing, I can see other parents eyeball me. A few stand next to their swinging children. Why can't I go on one? Where does it say it’s only a children's play area? Oh, over there near the path. Oh, well, it’s only going to be a minute before I find out the balls are no use whatsoever. I smile at a parent next to me.
'It's years since I went on a swing.'
The woman awards me a polite smile.
I take a seat and use my feet to start the motion. As is usual when I’m nervous, I start to talk bollocks to the stranger next to me.
'My daughter's twenty-one so I guess it'll be about twelve years since I went on a swing. They should open playgrounds for grown-ups, shouldn't they?'
The woman nods and looks around, then at her child. 'Come on, Harriet. Let's get those pancakes now.'
I'm left on the swings by myself.
I use my feet to launch myself, pick up motion and smack . The balls come together with more force, kissing each other like balls on a snooker table.
Oh, my.
Another parent comes over with her two children and the kids fight over who is having the free swing. The mother looks at me, her glare clearly indicating that as a grown up, I should get off the other fucking swing.
She hasn't got a prayer.
I kick my feet on the ground, swinging faster and faster. My smile gets bigger as the rocking does its work. 'Swings are so much fun,' I shout at the angry mother whose lips pucker even tighter.
'Wheeeeeeee.'
My face is flushing but as excited as I’m getting, I'm still in a children's playground. I jump off the swing with a playful bounce my interior finds delightful and skip the whole way back to my villa. My crescendo reaches as I walk through the doorway and collapse on the sofa. Wave after wave of pleasure passes through my body.
I sigh in bliss and keep my eyes closed for a few short moments. As nice as it was, it was far too much effort and I won't be inserting a Ben Wa ball or Luv Egg ever again. As I open my eyes with the intention of going to the loo to extract the balls and clean myself up, I come eye to eye with a duck outside the patio doorway.
Can ducks have knowing stares? Feeling embarrassed, I make my way to the loo.
Chapter Five
Camille
I gaze around my busy play centre Kid Zone and find it hard to believe that next month it will have been open for a whole year. Not a bad achievement for a twenty-one-year-old. A week on Friday, I'm twenty-two. I wanted to go out for a meal with my boyfriend Dylan and the family, but I'm not sure what will happen now, parent wise. Dad still won't budge and texted me this morning to say he's called the bank and shut down Mum's credit and debit card. They’ve always been close and now it's like parents at war. Don't get me wrong, they've quarrelled like any couple does, but this… it seems serious this time. My mum may have gone too far.
After lunch, my friend Beth comes through the doors of the play centre. Her cute curly haired son beams at me.
'Hey, Trey. Hot chocolate?'
'Yes, pease.'
Now he's three, Trey spends his mornings at nursery, meaning that Beth has had time to devote to her new online business selling children's chocolate bars. It's taking off and is a job that works