And what time is it, anyway?" It's ... It's almost ten o'clock," the little girl replied diffidently, "and I called to invite you and Tom for lunch to...ay with Kenny and me. Could you... ? Would you... ? If it's not too much trouble, of course..." Oh, Andy! That would be marvelous. Tom never really had a chance to really meet either of you and I think it would be wonderful. What time and where?" I asked my grandmother and she is allowing us to use her membership at the luncheon club upstairs. I really wanted him to fuck me or eat my pussy."Gloria, I'm about done here in the bathroom. Next I'll look at the dryer. I have to get something out of my truck. I'll be right back."Tony passed me in the kitchen and went out to his truck. My mind was all over the place. He looked very handsome. He wore jeans and a black concert shirt. He had Timberland's on his feet. I really wanted to fuck him. I hoped he would want to have sex with me. I was feeling like a hot and horny housewife.I have. .. but it didn't mean he didn't sometimes want something more.Wifey had her concerns about opening things up to others again, about bringing in fresh meat, as it were, and it was not to say that they were not justified. As such, Hubby didn't want to push things, but that itch gnawed at him. he didn't want to be greedy, but he couldn't help but want more. he wanted to be more involved. He wanted to be holding back her hair and gripping her ankles. He wanted to be eating her pussy to get it ready. Once again, I did as he asked.We went through this process about seven or eight times before we found I had a limit of about fifty-two yards, reliably; further was hit-and-miss. Then we went through kicking it from a snap.When all was said and done, Coach said, "You're my kicker." He hadn't even asked whether I was interested in playing. In the end, though, I knew I had to do it.My parents went through the usual it's-dangerous-and-you-have-to-keep-your-grades-up objections, but signed the.