Little League Mom
Little League Mom There she was in her usual seat just one to the right in front of me. Millie was the mother of a boy on my son’s team. She always smelled nice and she looked outstanding in her tight team T-shirt and those jeans that rode low on her hips. As we jumped up to cheer and sat back down throughout the game I kept a close eye on Millie. After an inning or two I would be treated to a rear view of her rising panties or a hint of butt crack. I would ‘accidentally’ take a...