Joyce collected the ball and immediately cleared it. Cherry and Beth bolted after it. Grace could relax for the time being. It was not long before ...ne of the Moms gave a resounding cheer from the other end. Beth whooped victoriously and Grace could see her knock the tiny Cherry with her shoulder as she marched past. Cherry turned and gave Beth a look of pure rage. Grace scanned the field as the mothers moved back into position for kick-off. The dark woman had not moved. She was casually. ” Ginny handed him her mobile. She didn’t need to say who it was. Sean could tell by her demeanour and he could hear it in the tome of her voice. It was Charles. It was her lover Charles. “How are you Sean?” “Good.” “That’s good to hear,” Charles commented. “So... did you enjoy your honeymoon then?” “Yes.” “So did I, Sean. I enjoyed your honeymoon very much” There was a moment’s silence between them. “That was a first for me, you know, Sean. Sharing another man’s wife on her honeymoon.. Part of why I love her... she can never seem to get enough sex. I enjoyed hearing in detail how she and Paul had fucked and eaten each other in those sessions, Paul was very inventive and did mind games (like making up hot stories) on Carol as he fucked her (hell he was a shrink after all). I was a little leery of seeing Paul again. I had enjoyed his administrations too much that night and it worried me a little. Each time Carol visited Paul, he always sent back a message that he would like to. Words are hard even in my mind. I can hear water boiling, and what seem very much like the sounds of pleasure – a supposition supported by the smell of sex. My vision is clearing, and I can see figures which are clearly people. I try to stand, but my sense of equilibrium is compromised.Oh. It’s a party. Obviously. Those lights are lava lamps and string lights. The haze is smoke. The boiling sound is a bong. I smell the air again. And… a hookah? Did I wake up in 2010? Ugh. Maybe I did. I massage.