The pen falls to the paper. Oh god, baby, I’m trying to put into words what I’m doing. I have my finger in my pussy while I write to you, gripping...the pen hard. My breathing is heavier. ‘Oh god,’ I quietly moan. I have to be quiet because the children are in the other room, and I don’t want questions or interruptions as I explore myself, with you in my mind. Oh how I wish you were here with me, right now, grabbing my thoughts and taking me to heaven…letting your fingers be where mine are.. Give us theball."Andy throws the ball to Turner who catches it with one hand. Turnerremoves Angela from under his arm. "Stand over there," he tells her,pointing a spot several meters away from him.Angela obeys her bad boy boyfriend.Turner holds the ball out in front of him and looks from it to the goalposts. "Let a real man show you how it's done."Without hesitating, Turner draws his foot back, lets the football drop,and kicks it through the goal posts.Andy and Mike look thoroughly emasculated. With her pussy and asshole facing me, I began tonguing her asshole, between her pussy, up her slit, and finally made it to her clit. Herorgasmic juices were already beginning to spring moisture from deep inside her cavern. My cock was again gaining stiffness from the attention she was giving it.Crawling forward, she spread her pussy and invited me into her wettening pinkness. With her belly on her knees and her ass in the air, my target was sure and ready. slowly, I inserted my length into her. ‘I’m looking forward to warming your ripe little bum across my lap.’ ‘It’s not all that little,’ laughed Janet, ‘but I’ll agree, it’s old enough to be ripe.’ ‘If you’re talking ripe,’ interrupted Lorene, she nodded in Liz’s direction, ‘Now there is some ripe fruit.’ ‘You ought to know,’ smiled Liz. ‘You kept your hands on it long enough.’ ‘I wasn’t hearing any complaints at the time,’ retorted Lorene. ‘Now look here, Hon. I never said a word about complaining. I think this is the best thing.