There was the Haphazard Troll, known for his butchering of the English language and nonsensical ramblings. A victimized author could spend hours tryin... to solve the riddle of his garbled words. There was the Yellow-bellied One-bomb Anon, an elusive creature that was difficult to track. That particular troll attacked without words. The only indication of his voiceless assault was a sharp decline in score numbers. And there was the Mocking Troll, whose sarcastic dronings could be heard for. I parted both her ass cheeks and placed my dick in the opening of her vagina. She pushed me back a little and bent on to the kitchen slab presenting her beautiful ass to me. Ohh how I loved the view! I gave a small slap which caused her to jerk a little.After a small kiss on her ass cheeks, I was geared and prepped to go but this time I was doing it slowly. I wanted to tease her, to enjoy her for as long as I could control myself. I took hold of my dick with on hand while holding her down on. .. but look Steve... I've no opposition cos I know you fancy them" she repeated from earlier "But not till their birthday Ok". "What ! They are your daughters and they are very nice but ..." I tried to reply ! "Shut it ok you can fuck them on their birthday ....be more like your birthday yea"I didnt know what to say. "We are going to pub later aren't we and they can both come with us and maybe we will be able to discuss" Ann said."OK" i said.I laid there thinking and wondering what Ann was. Football. Soccer.No matter what it was called, it meant the same thing to me: no sex.We'd been married for a year, together for three, so I'd never experienced the World Cup during our time as a couple. I'd heard about it and knew it was a big soccer match; or football match if you lived outside the US.It was May thirtieth when he casually remarked, much as if he was discussing the weather and not his number one, recently rekindled obsession, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the World Cup starts.