I can do better. Jennifer and I ... You have a good memory.” She looked up at me. “I’d love to go to dinner with you, Charlie. I’m going out b...ck for a bit. You mind?”“Not at all. Can I meet you right around here at six, then I can bring you back if your car is here or take you home?”“Yes. Please. Here at six. And, yes, my car is here, if it starts.” She smiled. “Charlie ... Thank you. I’m looking forward to it.”I touched my finger to my brow and left her. She watched me leaving, then as she. I could not hold back and had my boxers down while I played with myself and watched. My wife's body began to shake violently as she climaxed hard. Chris continued his thrusts and began to climax himself. A few minutes later, the guys changed places, and Chris's slimy dripping cock pressed inside my wife's hungry mouth. As David pushed inside her pussy, there was a liquid squishing noise that filled the room. It was the first time I realized we had not thought about protection, but it was too. It vaguely occurred to me that she was now tasting her friends pussy, I wondered if she realised or had forgotten what I had just been doing in the heat of the moment.She was a good kisser, although slow and gentle at first a sense of urgency quickly built up. Her breath came quicker, the kissing more forceful.Her movements beneath me, I could feel her pressing herself into me, rubbing herself on my belly, she was so short that in this kissing position my cock was nowhere near where it should. Lots of kids from school, and many of the faculty I saw there, were opting not to attend the luncheon, but the entire soccer team was planning on going. Michael agreed to drop me off at the banquet hall, and I said I would call him if I needed a ride home.The mood at the banquet hall was noticeably lighter. It was crowded with Skip's extended family, with family friends and co-workers of his parents, and with the kids and teachers from school who were closest to Skip. There was a large buffet.