I picked up my softball on the way back to the house. I showered and got ready to ride my bike over to my friend Jerry's house but I couldn't find my ...eys. I couldn't leave the house empty and unlocked even out here in the country.I was sure the keys had been in my pants pocket when I went to bed last night. I had heard the thunk as my pants hit the floor. I checked the pockets of every pair of pants in my laundry hamper. Still no keys.I lay down on my bed and forced myself to remember the. I undressed hurriedly and climbed onto the table onto my stomach and placed my pants with my wallet in it under my head. I had heard stories of people’s wallet being picked in places like this. She slowly removed her sheer nightie and pranced around in front of me with her tits pointed up into the air, her tummy flat, and her ass shapely. She grabbed a small bottle of oil from the warmer and began to squirt it onto my back and buttocks. She spread it all over my back and but then she wiped. It was Ginny. I picked the phone up and tried to picture her on the other end of the line. It’s Tuesday night, so she will be sitting there in her leotard and dance shoes. She’s probably sitting cross legged in her big green chair with her cat Pixie in her lap, the phone cradled against her shoulder while she pets her. I hit the talk button and answered the phone. She sounded cheery as usual. Her voice and her body do not seem to match even though I think they both are beautiful. Her voice is. She glided her wet gash back and forth on me slowly. It felt was like she was stretching my cock out longer as each time her swelling clit teased its head.“That’s really nice,” I whispered and she smiled, keeping up her sopping strokes. Finally, I let loose of her tits and lifted her hips up. My cock sprang up to attention and I positioned it under the honey hole. I caught my breath as she slowly impaled herself on my rod, then rose up and slid down again. And again. With my hands on her hips,.