I continued to play for a friendly London club, whileJennie joined a badminton club and played once a week. We met when wecould over lunch and made pl...ns to find a place together. After a year,we had both progressed and were being well paid, and so decided to lookfor a place in the country together. After weekends of drivingfrantically round the countryside we finally found a derelict old housein its own garden at a price we could not quite afford. A timelyinheritance from Jennie's aunt just. It took awhile before I came and this time she pulled out and had me shoot my juices on her face.She then stood up. Told me she wants me to fuck her. She wants me to cum in her pussy and in her ass. I just looked at her and she pressed her cum stained lips and face against mine and kissed. I could taste my juices as she slipped some from her mouth into mine.She grabbed hold of my now wet cock and said come. Keep your hands where they are she commanded. She led me into her bedroom where she had. Peter was played by a beautiful girl with long perfect legs. So I had to be Wendy and she called me Wendy for a few months, then forgot about it. I never forgot.So I published the poem under the pen-name Wendy and sent him an email asking him to keep in touch, and let me know how things were going. And send some more poems!I heard nothing more.A year or so later, a reader asked me about "Wendy". My curiosity was piqued. I asked a friend of mind, a computer whizz, if he could find the home. I will do my best, but I haven't talked to Odin in some time now. He may be busy. The last I checked he was inventing sex toys for women, or something," I said, “For that matter, any reason it has to be them.” I didn't want my friends in danger. Also, with the erotic charge in the house, I knew things would get sexual and didn't want to find out how my resident ghostly lovers would react to a real man in the house, but there was a secret part of me that wanted to get horizontal with Odin and.