Saturdays were always walk-through days in the mornings and Sundays were game days.The Cardinals rarely played any day but Sunday. We hadn't played on... Monday Night Football in five years and Thanksgiving Day was always in Dallas and Detroit so the other two slots were usually reserved for teams that would create the best matchups. It was rarely us. Occasionally we'd play late-season Saturday games after the college season ended or if Christmas and New Year's fell on a Sunday, but we were pretty. She’s beautiful he said, she’s an angel my mom replied. Remove your gown mom said, I untied it let fall to ground, now naked I could see lust in his eyes, I must admit I felt moist as my mom sold me. She said to the guy you can feel for free, but it’d cost 40 to fuck my pussy another 40 for my ass ( a place where I haven’t been touched never mind fucked ) another 40 if you didn’t use condom. I was nervous, now the guy ran his hands over my soft skin, feeling my tits and my trimmed mound between. I was thirty-eight years old at the time and so was she. Both of us had been around the block. I was still married to my husband but Marsha hadn't had such good luck. She'd had three husbands. One had given her two sons. She adored them but she was without husbands or children now. She was all alone in her little cottage. I had always had a special feeling for Marsha. We had been in high school together and when I reached eighteen I went away to college. Our meetings were usually at the. Main shop aane ka baad shaam 4 baje phone aaye ghar se anitha ka jaldai ghar aan ka liye bola aur railways sation sa ek ticket andhar pardesha ka resevation karne ku bola mujhe kuch samjhe nahi ayae sation jakar main ghar phone kiya kise ka naam sa booking karna hai anitha na bola jiju ka naam se main bauht khusha hoye kyun ka aaj mujhe nirmala ke choota marna na milegye mai khushi khushi ghar gaye aur ticket diye vo aaj raat 7.30 pm bajae ke train hai jaise hai main na dekha nirmala be maan.