It is doubtful if anyone living today knows or understands the reasons for this, but there has never been any effort or interest in changing to Friday...evenings. At John Kelly's school, the football coach prohibited players from dating or going to parties on the night before a game, so John spent his Friday with several of his teammates taking in a movie and hanging out at the pizza place. At some point in the evening, one of his buddies who knew something but not all of the details about the. They must have walked to the dead-end a little further down. A few looked grateful to get out of the pouring rain. All of them looked dead tired, and a few appeared boiling mad. There were vibrations in the air, speech. I expanded my jump sense, and was astonished to hear them talk.A thin guy with just a pistol seemed to be in charge. He looked both nervous and furious, and he started screaming, "Kurt, you fuckhead! I used to think your tracking was good!"A guy nearby, Kurt I guess, gave a deep. We laid in each others arms for about a half hour. I must have dozed off from the intense workout I had just received. When I awoke, I was lying on my stomach with my legs slightly apart, but one of Kevin’s fingers was running the length of my dripping slit. I lay motionless, just thinking of how stretched my pussy had become when I felt his finger slide into my wet tunnel. As he finger fucked me, his thumb was rubbing against my clit. I felt that I could lie in bed with Kevin all day. He. ”He shook his head, fished his phone out of a pocket and showed me a selfie of him in bed with my two friends. “You mustn’t tell anyone,” he slurred. I convinced him I wouldn't tell a soul but carried on fishing for details and John drunkenly provided the nitty-gritty. Turns out Sue is a dirty fucker.The conversation got my balls aching and the cogs in my head whirring. I had to find a way to instigate a foursome. But how? ~~~~~We didn't see Tony and Sue for a few weeks, so sexy thoughts about.