”“What then?” I replied looking askance at her and seeing a hint of moisture in her eyes.“I was just thinking of you playing in the back yard ...with Terry. Both of you boys running, throwing things, balls, footballs ... playing,” she told me.I let my mind wander to hers and I could just about see the tableau she was imagining. Her two sons. Laughing. Fighting. Whatever little boys and finally grown boys did as they played.Turning my head, I kissed the side of her cheek and sighed. “I miss them. He had taken it around the back, as there was no answer to his knock at the front. He put the parcel on a table that was undercover and as he turned there was a window, with the curtain drawn, but not completely and there was Jan and her husband, totally naked and Jan was down sucking, her tits bouncing back and forth and the expression on her husband's face was utopia. Without finishing he lifted her up, almost dragging his cock out of her mouth and how Jan had accommodated it was beyond him. Once everyone was comfortable in the living room, the games began.The first was “Spin The Bottle” just so the kissing could get started in a more formal way. Then, after a few beers and some partner swapping for kissing, it became “Strip Spin The Bottle”. That got everyone naked.The first naked game was “Musical Chairs”. Well actually it was “Musical Pussy”. The girls played rock, paper, scissors to see who would not be in the game at the start and would man the record player. Then the five. .. Where did he....." I bought you a gift little one, do you like it?"His interruption timely, even though these were just thoughts, not a sound uttered. "Fuck he can read my mind. I, oh my god, I, ooohhh fffuuu..." The words wouldn't come, the scarf slid slowly over her body had reduced her to silent thoughts, speech was impossible to articulate.So light but so powerful, making her nipples vibrate under the extension of this man's will to please his woman. Her breath escaped through flared.