Once outside and away from prying eyes, Mary finally stopped, turned and with a hand on each side of my head, pulled me into what I can only describe ...s a repeat of that first sensual kiss but both of us now had the experience to add a welcome finesse.Before my wander down memory lane, we'd already learned that we were both single again, she with one daughter and I with a daughter and a son. So her next inquiry could be delivered safely in the knowledge of no other prior commitments: "Your. She allowed the old man's crooked fingers to probe her intimately and her thighs were trembling. He watched her knees part further and her knuckles whitened, as her stance became more difficult to maintain. He continued to pull at her left nipple, her gasping, breathless yelps coincided with each pinch or tug. Her tongue slipped, with frequent and frenetic stabs, from between her parted lips, lips so wet that saliva trickled unchecked from them, dripping down her chin. She was lost in physical. One night we were playing hide and seek. It would be too dark in the terrace and we would hide everywhere possible. That night as Raje aunty was there I went and hid myself behind her.I was kneeling behind her so that her ass cheeks were near my face. It was then I was getting hard. I was not able to control myself after seeing her ass cheeks, so I as if hiding caught her by the hips and asked her to cover me properly. She also told nothing and kept quiet. As it was summer I used to sleep in. And it relates to hockey. Alarm bells start to ring…..My 16 year old sister’s ‘sweet and lovely’ friend is a player in our mixed team. And sure enough, it’s his number. Realisation is fairly slow to dawn I must say. ‘Sweet and Lovely’, was not after MY address….Sweet and Lovely was after my SISTER’S address. Bugger. I trudge home finally, to find that, yes ‘Sweet and Lovely’ has sent my sister a valentine’s card, and no, there’s nothing waiting for me. So I settle myself down with a few.