So I planned to wait for them to go to work, perposely kick a ball over the fence as an excuse to go over. What I mean by this is, if any other neighb...urs saw me enter the house I would have an excuse to go into the house and out the back door to get my ball. But of course I had other ideas on my mind. So one day about lunch time I was playing with my football in the back yard. My dad was still home so my plan wasn't ready to to be executed yet. But I really did accidentally kick the ball. It’s just for fun. You’ll have noticed that there are quite a few boats here. There is Aristotle Travel, that’s us of course; and there is Artemia with their three boats, and there is Singles Sailing and they have five boats. All male I think Mike? Yes. I think they’re a sailing club and a business doing bonding stuff. We have this race every month. It is optional, I stress that, but we all race to Tongar Bay. So about two or three hours. We all eat in a big restaurant there. We’ll collect. You burst out laughing and I can’t help but laugh too. “You know I hate surprises!” I tell you with a feigned cross look and really I’m relieved for a second before the relief disappears and is replaced by an urge to just touch you again, this time willingly.One hand reaches for your proud cock which is looking up at me like a hungry cat, the other around your neck as I pull you closer to me and we’re kissing devotedly and then wildly. My motion on your cock is firm and slow in contrast to our. "Wait, Mark, let me have this one. You might injure him as pissed as you are right now." Melissa started to walk toward the big agent."Well, what are you going to do to him?" Mark asked her."Hurt him." she screamed and launched herself low between his legs on her back, head first. She kicked up hard once and came up behind him back on her feet. She screamed her personal war cry as she jumped into the air and kicked the back of his head."Ooh. I bet that hurt," she yelled. She grinned as she came.