. ... mostly. I’ve no doubt a 6’3” WNBA star would wipe the court with my sorry ass, but I’d been pretty sure I was a much better basketball p...ayer than DJ. And even after we played, I confirmed that I indeed was a better basketball player than her ... but not by that much.I was taller, stronger, could jump higher, and had played a lot of streetball. But DJ was athletic, coordinated, and had the fundamentals drilled into her by the high school team for a couple of years. I’d sorta forgotten. I was afraid that you'll be without any pussy until Bev returns."Anyway, back to the conversation with my wife, Regi"If Jasmine will be so disappointed give her a quickie and then come home," Said my dear wife."I assume you'll be fucking Jimmy or whatever his name is." I retorted."No dear. You know how Josh (our seventeen years old son) gets when he sees you fucking his sister. I'll stay home and take care of Josh." Oh good!" I exclaimed. "The whole family fucking together without waiting for. He had a good idea what his parents would be doing while he was away and hoped Dan would give him all the dirty details upon his return. A familiar swelling in his crotch distracted him from the idyllic scenery as he thought about it, his hand softly stroking over the beefy bulge in his jeans.'Why not?' He mused, unzipping himself, 'there's nobody to see.'The conductor had checked his ticket already and he had the carriage to himself, but he looked round briefly to ensure nobody had come in. I kept my arm around her waist holding her as we watched the loading procedure and it did say it could take some time, “This could take a while” I said in her ear, “Are you ok sitting here like this?” I asked and she looked back at me with a smile, “As long as I am not too heavy and you keep your arm round me” she said with a giggle.My cock was throbbing and I could feel her wiggle a bit and I held on to her waist and as we sat I manoeuvred my hand up under her shirt and was holding her belly.