Wendy knew part of the reason why some girls needed encouragement toplay sports was, to some, it was unladylike to play sports.While standing in line,...as Mrs. Blunt did attendance, Wendy was happythat today they would be playing basketball. As Liam, she loved toplay basketball and wonder how much of his skills she had retained.Wendy soon found out that she kept Liam's skills in basketball, andshe was one of the best players on the court. After class was over,Mrs. Blunt told Wendy she should. She complimented me, looking at my jeans once again. “What is going on in there”? She pointed towards my crotch and I realized that just after minutes of discharging and feeling satisfied, my cock was hard like a rock once again. I put my hand over it but that made my cock even harder and jump with a rage. I heard her say, “What am I going to do with you”! She had a naughty tone, I could hear. “I do not believe this”. She had a strange look on her face as she took a long look at my cock. We stayed great friends through out school&hellip,having sleep-overs, going to parties&hellip,in the end I might even say that in those two years as friends, I went on more dates with her than with all of my boyfriends combined. It was only natural that when I left for college we would keep in touch. I saw her every time I went home, and we carried on as if the time and distance had not. Some things did change however&hellip,she was becoming a more defined, stunning and independent individual.. "Her wants to cum really bad." But would Her do anything to cum, hmmmm?" she asked."ANYTHING!" I moaned."Anything?" she asked. "Is Her sure?" Yes," I was almost breathless. "Her is very sure." Would Her let Mistress's lover fuck her? Would Her let us to it right here with Her in the room?"Whoa, that was pretty confusing. I was my wife's lover, wasn't I? And the house was empty, wasn't it? A game... it had to be."Yes, Mistress," I replied.She got up from the bed, leaving the room and me still.