Since the same kids were there again, we took the time to learn their names. There were three girls in the group. One was a taller black girl named To...ya. Since she was tall it was no coincidence that she played well around the basket. The next girl was Madeline Ramos; she was Hispanic and could dribble well. She was a natural point guard with her ball handling skills, and she made great passes to the open shooters on the court. The last girl named Rose Michaels was a pretty, blonde-haired girl. We get more positive responses than negative so it can't be too bad! We met the widow first at next door's Christmas Eve 'do.' It's actually our neighbour's birthday as well so it's a bit of an excuse for a celebration.I'd gone in early, my wife would follow later she said, preparations for the 'big day' and everything. My wife, Janet, enjoys Christmas - the planning - the food - the little surprises - everything just so.The widow slipped next door to have a quick chat with her - I followed a. "My visions of being a hypnotic master with a harem of slaves were being dashed by the minute. Oh, well. Such things never work out, anyway. But it was one heck of a fantasy!"Do you mind watching Shirley and me make out?" It turns me on."Actually, that was obvious, come to think of it."Is there any scenario where you would willing to fuck me?"Wendy's brow furrowed and there was a long pause before answering. "Shirley would have to ask me to do so, and she would have to mean it."I nodded and an. “If you think that felt good,” She says starting to kiss down my body, “Wait till you feel this.” She finishes, having moved down my stomach, and sucking on my inner thigh. My stomach flips over, and I let out a soft moan. I feel her hot breath just above my pussy, making it drip. She gently leans and kisses me so softly I can barely feel it, flicking her tongue as she pulls back up. “Ahn” I moan. I squeeze my eyes shut.“Still don't want me to do it?” She whispers. I whimper. I hear her giggle,.