I didn't call her in the evenings to talk, I didn't spend a lot of time with her at school, I didn't hold her hand at lunch, I didn't look for her on ...he sidelines during our games. She was a receptacle for me, a cum receptacle. She did the work for me so I didn't have to use my hand to jack off. Every Friday night, every Saturday night, and one time on a Sunday afternoon, we managed to meet somewhere to jump each other's bones. I ate her out, she gave me head, I fucked her or she fucked me.. Were really open and frank in case of our sex life. My husband always asked me to do whatever I want and to have whatever I want in my pussy. That happened a few days back when my hubby came home with four of his friends at work. They all were looking handsome and charming. I was serving them lunch and was wearing a beautiful out fit with revealing my breasts to all of them. I could feel their hot eyes on my body and on my boobs. That was also making me hot. I was the only woman among those all. In her eighth summer, she started attending a local day camp that was set up to give kids from 6 to 14 something to do while she was out of school... She went four days a week and the highlight was the volleyball games. She got interested in the sport and kept an eye out for any matches that were on ESPN, watching and learning. Over the years she implemented a lot of the stuff she saw and developed her own style. She had turned into an ace player and had even been approached by a scout from USC. "Is that part of the headache treatment your mum used to give you too?" she said with a smile. I didn't reply but just carried on rolling her nipple gently. "This is very soothing," she said finally, "but I’m sure you know there is a way of relieving my tension completely". "I think so," I managed to stammer. She took my hand and gently held my middle finger and moved it down her body. "Place it here," she said, "but do it very gently. I know what you guys are like with your college.