My parent’s house is in a dead-end street and the field is at the end of the street. Just cross a couple of trees, jump the creek, over the fence an...d you’re there. So it’s much closer than my apartment. I help Monday, Tuesday and Thursday practice from 9h30 to 11h30PM (it’s some 16 and 17 high school guys and it’s two groups). I sometimes go to the week-end game but not often.As an added bonus I get a pool in the hottest month of summer and get to watch a bit the women in my old street. There. Then she put two fingers on it, then gently wrapped her small around it and stroked it very gently. I thought maybe I was dreaming. I had never had a woman touch my wanker before. "I heard you say my name. Were you thinking of me while stroking yourself? Am I the reason you are so hard?" Kelly said in a sultry voice. I could not believe what was happening, I was about to explode but was holding back as long as I could. Then Kelly leaned over and put her lips around the head of my cock, like it. I showed her the rooms she and Simon would occupy and one bedroom she planned would be turned into their own lounge. She was thrilled with the size of them and it would give more space for them than they had now. She couldn't wait to move in but I reminded her that we would have to explain things to both our children. We decided that it would be easier if she brought Simon here to see for himself and I took her to meet our children from school in the car.Both Simon and Leanne were a little. The strange ritual of Santa was beyond us. But we did like the idea of a special day to celebrate just being a community and families who care for each other and to give thanks for having each other. The Keltrians also had a similar day.Mikal suggested we celebrate Communal Day on the winter solstice. We didn’t get very cold weather here since we were closer to twenty-four degrees from the equator and moving closer each year. So for now, other than birthdays, they were our only two special.