Of course I thought it was a good idea so I called the local liquor store and had them send out enough booze to stock the bar in the lower family room...along with a few cases of wine. They were even good enough to sell me the mixers, glasses, and any supplies that I might need.Wendy made some calls and the women started arriving shortly afterwards. I told them that I needed pictures to go along with their names. They giggled but they let me take a waist up picture of them and print out an eight. People who watch racquetball just see the serves and missed returns. But what they were really seeing with Lissa and me were two people making love on the racquetball court.Don’t ask me how we ever got to this point. Someplace, racquetball became like sex to us. We met each other’s thrusts. We rolled over each other without hesitation—without breaking the rhythm. We went through foreplay, even sneaking a kiss. We built the tempo, reading each other’s wants and needs—knowing where to stimulate. She lifted her hips off the bed but this time held herself there. Her back arched to take my fingers deeper telling me she wanted me to fuck her. I knelt over her. Her legs between my knees and grabbed her perfect ass with both hands opening her up to me a bit more. “So, am I going to fuck my girlfriend or am I going to fuck that hot little slut I drove all the way out here for”. I said in a serious tone. I was surprised I even said it out loud but I was certainly thinking it. “I’m your hot. I was in my sweats and I sat in my easy chair while she was under the blanket on the couch. The movie was quite descriptive and she wanted me to join her on the couch as she wanted to ask me some questions and didn’t want to be too loud. I told her that I didn’t know if I could get up in the state I was, I was hard and full and the sweats didn’t hold me back at all, she said to come over and she was in awe to see me hard and erect, "you’re enjoying this movie almost as much as I am" she said,.