Oh, I wanted to so badly. But my mouth just would not say the words. And after a minute or so of standing there like an idiot I just had to say some...hing so I did it. I said "Thank you". And in that same condescending tone she said "Your welcome, Marilyn. Have a good night, Marilyn" and closed the door. I don't understand what is happening. What does she want? How can she think I need her permission to go out? Friday, March 3, 2000Had dinner with Nancy but all she did was complain about. "Friends call me 'Mar'," I replied. "OK, Mar, we're about to go inside. Are you ready?" "If you touch my pussy, you'll find out!" I joked. Then I felt soft fingers sliding up my wet pussy lips. Now my whole body was tingling. "Oooh!" Ashley giggled. "You're definitely ready." Ashley led me by hand for a bit, through a couple doors I think. Then I heard sounds of female sex: moans, gasps, little hoarse cries, and the wet slurping of happy pussies. "Sit here, Marna," Ashley said, guiding me onto. In the unmowed yard was an old clubhouse with the words written in faded white paint: NO BOYS ALLOWED. Inside the clubhouse some dolls sat at a tea party, covered in dust and cobwebs. "Hello!" Robert cried as he knocked on the door. "Is anyone home?" The door opened up and an attractive middle aged woman appeared with a scowl on her face. "What do you want?" "I kicked these kids ball into your back yard and I'd like to get it." Robert said with confidence while the kids looked on with wonder.. She is about 56, which is good cause I like shorter girls, with blonde hair that is down to about the middle of her back. And she has these amber eyes that I could just stare at all day. She is pretty thin with a 36C bra size and a nice sized ass for her build. Anyway, every summer, in June, Tracies parents go out of town for about a week for their anniversary, which happens to also be Tracie and MEs anniversary leaving Tracie and he younger sister, Mikayla who is only 14, to take care of.