Remember when we were first married, how you loved creaming my titties?"Sounds like a great plan. What are we waiting for!" I'll just get out of these...panties - they're sopping wet!"~ ~ ~ ~ ~Willow Wood was a good half-hour's walk away, but it was a balmy evening and dusk was falling. I grasped Alice firmly by the arm as she was beginning to totter on the unmade track. The overhanging branches of the trees lining the path were like a green tunnel. Up ahead we saw the clearing I'd been told. I had the house to myself with my mom gone till about four and my dad gone till tonight. After the usual house chores and some TV I started getting antsy. I sat back and thought of what had become of me and my mother. This all started with a legitimate medical problem. Even so it obviously turned into something more. I tried putting myself in my mother's shoes. I wondered if the tables were turned. If I had to stimulate her pussy for medical reasons, I would not have been able to keep it. We managed to keep the ball mostly on their side of the field for the next seven minutes but got only one poor shot out of it, as their D mostly kept us out of the penalty box.At the 3:00 mark, GV got a break and pressed hard on offense, which collapsed nearly all of our team into our defensive perimeter. Nearly all.I was just outside our penalty box, when Gracey stripped their left wing of the ball just outside the goal box (whew!), looked up, and passed it to me. I controlled it, looked up,. The tempo is no longer andante, shifting to the more demanding allegro. As he approaches she welcomes him. He leaps, then again, a little higher yet. Now she sings back a sweet chorus to him, she opens herself, he thrusts his notes into her. She will not stop him. Their tones blend together, but neither tender nor light-hearted. There is urgency in their needing. For every query, there must be an answer. Each action demands a response. They force themselves together, they will not break apart..