Next to them, another woman was sandwiched in between two men. Their hands roved all over her body, caressing her hips and thighs, as they kissed up a...nd down the sides of her neck. Slowly they both thrust their hips back and forth, see-sawing their hard cocks between her legs. But this was our night, and I got to work arranging bodies for action. I had all women lay on their backs next to each other in a line along the edge of a big couch-like mattress. They lay there exposed, the legs spread. As it turned out we played it twice because the first game ended in a nil-all draw .It was a rugged , defensive slog most of the way through that first game and scoring chances were few and far between . I play on the right wing and I have a good double-act going with Reg, the centre forward ; we work the old one-two on the right wing and have scored many times in the last couple of seasons. It was mainly down to us that we made the final that year .Anyhow, the best scoring chance that came up. It began flapping it’s smoke filled feathers and ascended above Jane’s head, then took flight down the alley. Slow steady smoke trailed, wing beats, drifted for a short distance, then turned. Without missing a beating stride, the owl went through a chain link fence. Like a ghost through a wall. Small slivers of smoke hung and lingered on the metal stranded links of the fence. ‘How did you do that?’ Jane asked as she holstered her weapon, but left it un-snapped. ‘You look with two eyes, yet. Then she new something was wrong.She wasn't blonde and she didn't have long wavy hair. Well not until now. She gasped a little as the toe of Kim's boot slid between her legs and made contact with the damp spot on her pink dress. Hang on thought Josie, I could have sworn I was wearing a pair of jeans. In fact if she had looked into the mirror she would not have identified herself from this morning. But that was the last thing on her mind. Josie could barely concentrate with the sexual tension.