Coach brought out a bag full of footballs, He was wearing his track pants and a white tee, while Brit and Me, We were wearing short black shorts, A hu...nky tee which was tied under our bust line exposing our bellies and the piercings and tattoo's we had. Mine were stars just about my pussy and was very visible. Coach asked us to Dribble the balls around, Score goals and kept watching who was better.. Brit and Me, We both were equally good. The best of the football team. After the tryouts I headed. "Fuck yeah" Simon replied almost straight away."Another detention then for tomorrow for swearing, run along now' Mr Nobles said.It was pretty obvious that Simon was a lifer on detention row."Ah Mr Rugby himself Sam" Mr Nobles said, pausing for a moment to give me a slightly off set look that only Teachers know how to do."I hope that we will not see a repeat performance of today's actions, or any actions like today. Or is there something you would like to say?" Mr Nobles asked, obviously he. Just as I am falling asleep I feel your fingers gently squeeze my penis and very slightly stroke up and down its shaft absent mindlessly without a purpose or reason. I turn my head towards you to see if you are awake but it is now so dark I can’t see much of anything. I softly kiss your forehead again and close my eyes. As I turn my head back away from you, I feel your soft fingers exploring my manliness again but this time with more knowing of what they are touching and I slowly start to grow. Chrissy, however, is real. I married her 43 years ago when she was 19 and been blissfully happy ever since. In our late twenties through to mid thirties we were into the swinging scene. Not parties or orgies or stuff like that. Just threesomes and foursomes with couples, single males and females or two males. This was well before internet arrived. Contacts were made through ads in a swingers’ magazine. Letters and photos were sent by snail mail with phone numbers to call if interested.Will.