I smiled and nodded. “Yes, I prefer videos of mature couples,” I replied. Hazel paused for a moment then asked. “Do you imagine you’re the man... in them?” “Of course I do,” I laughed. She paused again and I saw her face redden. “Mike,” she almost whispered, “do you ever imagine I’m the woman?” Now I was between a rock and a hard place. If I lied and said no, she might take it as an insult but if I told the truth, she might think I was just a dirty old man and our friendship would be over. After. “And your first star of tonight’s game with three goals and an assist, number 27, Brad Hayward!” The fans erupted into long and loud applause for him. Brad skated onto the ice, waving to the appreciative fans. He tossed a T-shirt into the crowd as he skated towards Ken Morrison, standing by the Falcons’ bench.“I’m with today’s first star, Brad Hayward. Another stellar performance from you this afternoon and in two games played, you now lead your team in scoring,” Ken began, holding the mic for. Never having been here before, I had no idea the depth of the lot. When we were at least seven cars back, he stopped and sat down against the front end of one of the many cars there in storage."Ever play chess?" he asked me."Is it that game with those funny animal figures, castles, and stuff?" I replied with a grin.He didn't look up at me to see my facial expression, when he answered, "You can fool me once ... I imagine you play chess as well as you play poker." Not quite as good, but good. During my drive home I squeezed my black tenting cock dreamily as I thought of her. I wondered if I should just jump her bones as soon as I walked thru the door,or,wait until we both got ready for bed. Finally I decided I would feel her mood out and take it from there.Kristy got home a half hour before I did. Her day had been ordinary as usual, the highlight being a call from Suyi, whom (unknown to me) she had fucked 4 times in the past two weeks. Being that it was Friday, she knew she wouldn't.