” Our lips touched, our tongues intertwined exploring each others mouth, exchanging saliva, as our bodies pressed against each other. It was a lon... a blissful kiss. The only difference from kissing a woman was the feel of his five o'clock shadow against my face. Once more I didn't want this to stop as our cocks rubbed against each other, our hands exploring each others back.When we finally did pull our mouths from each other Glenn said. “You don't know how often I dreamed of this. All. Marais." I pushed on another button and saw on the screen how the gate opened. I watched Frank getting back into his police car and driving up our driveway. Dirty thoughts started running through my mind. Afterall, I was home alone.He parked his car at our front door as I was watching him through the window. He walked up onto the porch and rang the doorbell. In my wet yellow bikini, my hair still wet, I made my way to the door. While throwing my hair backwards I opened the door. I smiled at. I reached herhouse in 45 minutes after her call. I parked my bike in one of the shop andwalked through the road. That’s a separate house; she waited near the door forme. I reached the house door and she invited me inside, I was amazed the housewas looked so clean and good sight. She was in black tshirt and 3/4th lower and she asked me,would you like to have anything cool or hot? I replied I’m always hot and she askedme again to wait in the living room and she went to the kitchen to make. . to want to have anything to do with the ass- hole.I worked the same sadistic scam on him week after week until I could hardly keep a straight face when it came to the "SO BIG" part. But the nitwit never questioned me, never dared accuse me of prick-teasing him. He took all his violence out on the field, snapping collarbones, wrenching backs, handing out concussions right and left.It would've really driven him nuts if he'd ever seen what kind of "practice sessions" went on in Miss Kunard's.