With Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" belting out of the speakers, the phone rang, and Frannie raced to answer it, and in a disappointed t...one called Bernie to the phone. It was Eddie."Hey, how ya doing?" he asked, his Jersey accent evident to anyone within normal hearing."Lower the music!" she yelled, and into the phone breathed, "Doing good, and you?" Can't complain ... Say, the reason I'm callin' is I wondered if you'd like to go play some tennis with me and some friends. A couple. She arched herself a little so that i could feel more of her soft stomach. This was uncontrollable for me, i grabbed her stomach and pulled very hard at it, she left out a little moan (aahhhhh). I was very excited by now, and could see my dick making a big tent in my jeans. I adjusted my sitting again and was in the meantime i was feeling her stomach too. I pushed her saree which was on her abdomen a little down, and i sensed that her navel was somewhere near. I pushed her saree a little more. I went down on her occasionally—maybe I should have done more—but she didn't seem to particularly care for that. And, on very rare occasions, she would treat me to her otherworldly blow-jobs, which I constantly craved.I had never been with another woman, nor she with another man. I loved every time we made love—or fucked, if you will—and so did she. Still, sometimes I liked to watch some videos that went to the edge.Or jumped the hell off.Which is what she caught me watching tonight: a naked. But, hey, that’s me!Trying to concentrate on what needed to be done, I opened a closet and reached for the rods and curtains. Unfortunately, items started falling off the shelf and, as I ducked, I felt hands on my hips, pulling me clear. Turning, I looked at Bill — and time stood still. I was aware of his strong hands on my waist while I looked into his captivating dark brown eyes set under bushy eyebrows. “Are you okay?”His deep voice brought me back to my senses and I stepped back out of his.