There was a trolley station just a short walk from the Gate Building. After a few minutes the trolley came, and they all found seats. The sun was over... the hills by then, and you could see people moving around in the houses set back from the right-of-way. After 20 minutes they pulled to a stop in a small town. This was their stop, and they got themselves organized on the platform. From there it was a short walk to the tennis courts and the tournament.The morning had been too early for her, Sammi. And of course I would !! she asked me if I would be upset if she fucked another man and if our “fantasy” was just for fun. I told her that I loved her and anythng that would make her feel good and make her happy I would do for her- she wrapped her arms around me and told me I love you- and I climbed on top of her and told her I loved her- and as I slid my dick into her pussy again I told her that she would also love Jeromes big black dick!She started moaning and getting real wet and asked if we. It wasn't very romantic, observed Kathy. But it would have to do. She turned to Bobby. "I'm glad you came. I've been wanting to do this for a while now."Again, her clear and concise communication was lost on Bobby, who's attention was riveted on her fingers, which were unbuttoning her blouse. He stood, his arms hanging limp as she pulled the blouse out of her jeans, took it off and looked around for a branch to hang it on. She didn't want to put it on the ground, which was covered with all. “Mom.”Teran laughed. “I should have known. Dad was much the same. Mom reminded him of anniversaries as well. Even his own.”“He remembered when projects were due, though,” Bena replied in protest.“Count of days,” Yren explained. “The agreement may list the date the item is to be delivered, but we don’t write down the date. We just write on the project board how many days remain until we have to deliver it. Honestly, mom has always handled that part. Then every morning we strike one from the days.