Francine re-emerged from the kitchen and walked through to the living room, shaking out her long, wavy, blonde hair and saying over her shoulder, “W...en you want more drinks, messieurs, just call for Francine.”“Oh, you bet we will,” Pete told her.Francine selected the sofa that faced the dining area as her seat, sitting and crossing her legs, making sure that the tiny dress rose right up as she did so, so that those of us fortunate enough to be facing in that direction would be constantly. ........∞ Make sure I am good enough for your team∞ Or maybe just the opposition∞ I will give you a good fucking and then tell the team about your 3 hot holes∞ The referee will need to have a go too∞ Only if I am good enough I would want to help you win∞ You will be a good morale booster when 32 dirty men get you in the changing rooms∞ What you going to wear?∞ Nothing∞ Better access∞ All our grubby hands touching you up∞ Pulling pinching∞ Pulling your hair and pinching your nipples and slapping. I am in the area on Tuesday afternoon. If you don't want any personal contact then just leave them in your garage or porch or some such place where I might find them, as long as they are out of the rain and clearly marked." OK," was all she said."Is there anything else we need to discuss?" I askedShe was silent for very long, then drew breath. "How is..." she started, but trailed off again."Yes?" I encouraged."Oh, nothing," she said. "Thank you for calling Mr. Smith. Goodbye." Goodbye Mrs.. “It’s good to see a little lesbian action when you wake up!” we heard as Rob walked into the kitchen in his pyjama trousers.“Well, I see the tent in your pyjamas suggest you like watching me kiss Jo.”We laughed about the others arousal, as if attempting to ease any discomfort. Soon we’d eaten breakfast and I was in the shower. It didn’t take long to ready myself for school and had plenty of time to spare, so decided to spend some time talking to Rob.I’d only been chatting for two minutes, when.