That was the only thing on my mindexcept for this beautiful girl at work that I wanted to make love to so bad. Let me set the stage for this wrestling...war. This happened threesummers ago. I was 40 at the time and I had a lifelong desire for catfighting.I just loved it when two gorgeous girls,especially a blue eyed blonde vs. abrown eyed brunette who were both evenly matched,got into catfights and nudewrestling. Nothing turned me on more. I spent a long time searching thru allkinds of ads for a. I looked longer at Luke Hastings. I had to admit he was good. Damn good. I'd bet big bucks that Coach Branson would be up here scouting him sometime this year. But I didn't think he was that much better than Casey Williams, the kid from Seattle who was the Washington all-state halfback last year. I wasn't sure he was better at all.I made up my mind and printed two names on the slip of paper on my knee.ROBBIE TATEMARK RUSSELLI folded it and waited while the rest of the team voted.Robbie was. Feeling slightly guilty, I pulled it back up over her shoulders and kissed her head tenderly before retreating back into the living room."Tommy?" Yes?" Thank you" and the snores began again!"Wow mum, you look great"I kissed the top of her head as she stood at the cooker frying bacon.She had on a tee shirt and jeans, but the jeans fitted her like a glove, accentuating perfectly the curves of what one of my school friends had once called an angels arse!"Thank you kind sir" she laughed, "I feel. Careful not to wake him up, Sia placed her hand on the back of his and pressed his hand to her breast. Jeez it felt good. Soft arousal stayed with her, her nipple sensitive and aching for a caress. Heat blossomed in her pussy, seductive and exciting. She lay quietly, wanting this to last. This was way, way better than waking up alone!Dad shifted.“Ow!” Sia gasped, as his foot hit her ankle.“Sorry,” he mumbled into her hair. “What did I do?” His hug tightened.“You kicked my ankle.”“Sorry.”She.