“So,” Emily smiled, “House to ourselves?”Ryan nodded again, mmm-hmmm. What’s his only reply.“It was kind of rude of you to cum on my body ...ast night and not even let me participate,” Emily gnawed on her bacon.Ryan’s heart did a double take and then stopped. He snorted in a deep breath to try and calm himself before putting down the paper.“What do you mean?”Emily pointed to her cheek and then arm, “You also missed me and got a lot on my bed. If you had woken me up earlier, I could have. All I wanna say is I think you guys are awesome!" - at this point she actually came over and hugged me! If I hadn't been too exhausted to think -- I might have been shocked."Your dad is fuckin' hot!" Rita said to Anna who just smiled and nodded. I admit I'm not exactly modest, but this was unexpected and pretty flattering too for an aging fella like me."I'll tell you another thing..." Rita told Anna who was shaking her head over Marty (who'd already passed out again on the other sun lounger),. I didn't know what I would have done if I didn't have my four friends helping me out. They were able to fill in the gaps I inevitably left in my plans, covering for me over and over again.In between the hours spent on the field, I put in another ten or fifteen hours a week trying to stay one step ahead of each group, planning out drills, strategies, games, and scrimmages. Whether we were playing three-on-three, four-on-four, or full scrimmages, I felt I needed to have an idea of the makeup of. It was much more class-conscious in 1950 than now. Johnny was so easy to talk to though, asking me about what I did in my spare time and whether I had brothers and sisters and what they did. At first I was embarrassed because he was in full evening dress and white silk scarf, while I was in my little blue uniform with white piping around the edge. To me it was obvious what we looked like, him a toff and me a hat check girl, and it made me look like a bad girl, a tart.”“But you weren’t.”“No.