"Wow, you have a tennis court Mr. Wills!" Stacy said. "I don't suppose you would let me practice my tennis game here? We don't have a court at our hou...se." I don't see why not but you have to call me Chris. There are several cans of unopened Wilson's Tennis balls in the cabinet." I said pointing to the small grey shed that stood next to the tennis court.While I spoke to both mother and daughter my mind was already trying to formulate a plan that would either Stacy or her mother or maybe both. Didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea.In sauntered Ingrid. She was a tall, slim, long legged, pig-tailed blonde. "Good morning Mr. Fox." she said cheerfully in relatively unaccented English."Good Morning Ingrid. And, please, call me Grey." What's for breakfast.....Grey?" Good old all-American bacon and eggs. How would you like yours done?" However you cook them is fine." She took a seat at the breakfast bar, letting her robe fall open. I tried not to stare, but it was difficult. Small. He told Moira Lys not to expect too much trouble from these 'retread Injuns' in times to come.Hap had told her some of the real history of the Sioux, of the plains culture, and of the depredations caused by contact with white men during the 1870s. He explained the Sioux people had been a patchwork of bands and tribes united only by language and some common culture. The Yankton lived in forest land, for instant, and were constantly in conflict with their cousins the Minneconjou, Hunkpapa, and. Starting with the cleft between her breasts, he licked and nuzzled and kissed his way down Cleo’s slender body until he reached the waist of her shorts. He could see they were held up by a row of buttons on the side so he quickly unfastened them. Wanting her to be as naked as he, Aaron moved down on the bed and inserted his hands in the waistbands of the shorts and of her panties. Cleo was becoming more excited by the second but she knew what to do next. Placing her feet flat on the mattress.