She hesitated, peering into the dimly lit building. Barry watched lustfully as the sunlight behind her turned her hair into spun silk. Her skirt was p...ffed out around her hips and hung loosely at her thighs. It would be easy to push up he speculated. His cock tensed in his snug jeans.Come in,. baby! he silently implored. Come in and come fuck.As if she’d gotten his message, Nancy stepped trough the doorway, moving out of the light and into dimness.Barrys heart thumped harder. He. The buzzer sounded and the teams left the court as the game ended. The rivalry was such that no handshakes were offered or exchanged. The post game meeting by the coach with the team was short and the coach was very happy with the victory. When the room emptied, Bob approached the coach and thanked him for letting him start. He knew that coach had taken a big risk in doing this. The coach was a class person and thanked Bob for his contribution to the team.After showering and dressing Bob walked. I arranged for him to come to our home at a preorganised time and suprise my missus with her "gift". I counted the hours and plied her with alcohol to encourage the mood. She was getting horny and I obliged by gentle rubbing and slowly undressing her ready for what she believed to be an intimate session in the loungeroom. I suggested she put on a blind fold while I turn on a porno so she could make believe she was in a sex room, and she agreed.After some more gentle foreplay with her being so. Elaine couldn't forget what happened two years ago. But she refused to dwell on the details. It was not just something she didn't want to do - it was something she didn't dare do. Like most of ours, Elaine's memory had become blurred around the edges - no one wants to remember the bad things that happen to them and, thankfully, the brain does seem able to lose those sorts of memories. But, Elaine could remember the fear, the loathing, the disgust - the emotions surfaced sometimes, in the middle.