He challenged the Salem City Police to amatch. The proceeds to go to charity. My 'Aunt' was all for it. She feltalong the same lines as my 'Uncle'. I ...ad to admit one thing. They hadthe right thing in mind as far as team work went. What happened off theclock was the personal business of each player.My friend Jo Friday went for with a bullet. She liked the chance toraise funds for charity. I had to tell her. "We play for real. I likeyou and like working with you. But we play for real. Besides,. I allow myself to feel, thankful that I don't need to plan, think or do anything. All I have to do is be. Allowing you to take me places I can only dream, to feel things so exquisite words cannot express, to be myself without judgement or conditions. You know me better than I know myself, so you can test my limits and challenge me to push boundaries safely and freely. While I wait for you, on my knees in my submissive pose, I cleanse my mind and prepare my body and soul. I force all the things. Just as you’re going to help me raise our children’s children.”Jill’s words were the most wonderful poetry I’d ever heard. My heart soared as I looked into her face, saw the love and heard the words. After these words, neither of us needed to say anything else as we made love. We were happy for our bodies to do the talking. As I gave Jill my all, rejoicing in the soft touch and scent of her body and the way she owned me with her legs wrapped around the small of my. "No fair!" I said. She looked up. "I have something I want us to try, and now is a perfect time. I've only heard of it. Move back a little."She did, her face wet with my pussy juices. I turned around in the bed and moved down to her sweet pussy. I pulled her close. "This is called a 69, guess why?" I said as I pulled her hips to my face and buried my face into her sweet pussy. She put her face back between my thighs and her tongue slid back into my pussy. We wiggled our bodes together. It felt.