“It’s not rugby.”“Footy,” Talulah said. “He’s actually quite good at it and he’s got into the school second team. He found out just be...ore the hols.”“Ah nice. I don’t actually like football. Can’t even stand watching it, but I’d rather play that than Rugby.”“You hate rugby as well?”I shook my head. “I love watching it. As long as it’s union, not league. But don’t want to play it.”I found out then that Higgis and his family were from Yorkshire. “Nah,” he said. “League’s far better. More running.. “Where the hell were you?” Melinda hissed as I stepped behind the counter. “You look like shit! Did you run here, or something?” She was eyeing the wet patches on my shirt. I hoped I didn’t smell too bad.“I woke up late,” I replied softly. “And I’ve been feeling a bit off, today.” That was a massive understatement. “And yes, as a matter of fact, I did run all the way here. I missed the bus.”She wrinkled her petite nose. “You smell like it.” Was all she said in response before turning back to. She began to cry again as I sat and pulled her down on my lap. If a spanking can be called sensual, this came as close as I could make it. Each spank was close to a love pat, as soft as I could make it, followed by my hand slowly massaging her buttocks, eventually moving closer and closer to the little half peaches between her legs. Eventually, I stopped the love pats and my hand began to delve along the entire length of her split, gradually nearing her clitoris. She looked back at me with. ." Busted!" I laughed. "Well, you always did fancy Mike - as long as they've not had an attack of the 'Uglies' as they've got older it could be rather fun."Putting down our half-finished glasses of wine we spent the next few minutes on a second round. I think we more than proved to each other how much the thought of meeting our old friends and whatever it might bring interested us.The following day I came in from doing some gardening to find Jan just finishing a telephone conversation with.