When we were both near our peak, we changed the rhythm up slightly. Racquet-wall-racquet-wall. Sometimes we were playing high on the wall and sometime... low. But the speed continued to increase. I had no idea how long we could keep it going at this rate, but I knew that we would both explode at the same time. Lissa solved the problem.“Now!” she screamed as she sent the ball high on the end wall so that it would hit the back wall before the floor. She dropped her racquet on the floor and I fell. Thank God for this opportunity, I became naughty, as soon as she started eating, I started poking her on the hips. As I was sitting on her right hand side, she could stop me while eating. I realized that this was the chance, I slowly, kelp my hands on her thigh, and pinched her slowly, she looked at me angrily and said stop, it what are you doing.I told her if you can stop me, then I again, placed my hands her thigh and slowly moved it to her hip. I was doing this for 5-6 times, she asked why. Since she liked riding me, it was easier to give her lots and lots of orgasms than if she had been a girl who insisted on missionary position.Wendy complained to Beth and an exhausted mom got involved. “Mike, you can’t do the same shit we did when we got married. We have three other daughters now and fucking Mandy twenty-four/seven is not an option. No more giving the other girls worksheets and sneaking off with Mandy for a quickie. You guys think anything shorter than two hours is a quickie.. She is really good at it. Whew! It seemed strange to me to bewearing the stockings without the pantyhose. My legs made quite a sightwith the stockings pressing down the hair on my legs, and I can assureyou it was not a pretty sight. Without thinking I actually asked: "Ah,Honey shouldn't I have shaved legs if I am going to wear such sheerstockings?" Yes dear you are absolutely correct, but we don't have time for thatright now. For now you will instead wear those shimmery dancer tightsyou wore.