I fished it out of my pocket, and said, "Hello?"An off-key voice blared into my ear, "Are you ready for some FOOTBALL?"I cracked up laughing. "What th... hell are you doing calling me?" Ah, we're still at the hotel, waiting for the bus to pick us up to take us to the stadium." It was Jake, of course. "I had a few minutes to kill, so I figured I'd wish you a happy New Year." Right back atcha." Sheila there?" Yup." I turned to Sheila. "It's Jake." Jake?" she said. "Calling you three hours before he. Charles was going to outdo him, of course. Charles intended enjoying Ginny everywhere. “I will even fuck her in your bedroom,” he had told him. “Take her in there one afternoon and fuck her so that the sheets are still wet from our juices when you get into it later that night.” He knew how that felt. All three men had done that on holiday; left the proverbial wet patch in their bed. It always seemed to be on the side where he slept. It was no surprise that Charles’s seemed to be more. One of the things we shared was our sexuality. Granted, we weren't near each other, physically, but the emotional connection made it so we could share our likes and dislikes, our desires and hungers with one another. Susan craved sex regularly and since I was very interested in it, we began to explore that part of our minds. We shared our fantasies with one another, occasionally describing them during our chats and discussing how excited it made us to think about those things. Our fantasy. Taylor pushed the front door closed before turning the handle and then the key in the lock.“No escape!” She joked as she turned to look at the tall young man standing looking at her.“Won’t you go through to the living room and make yourself comfortable, Peter?” She spoke softly as she indicated with her right hand.Within a minute, they were both sat in Wendy Taylor’s spacious living room. Peter sat on the large, expensive three-seat sofa and the older lady sat on the armchair to his left-hand.