They could play this week in Edmonton, or next week, in Portland. Or they could sit them both out, if their season was going really well. Ho-Hum.My gi...ls, however, had chosen to play both weeks. They weren't tired. They weren't injured. They seemed sufficiently up for the Canadian Open, and Kim, especially, seemed eager to get on out to Portland. I wasn't sure why. Oregon is one of our better states, God knows. Even Americans who think that The South Will Rise Again concede that the Pacific. I saw movement in Ralph's arm. He was fingering my wife under the table.Jen laid her foot back in my lap, not to rub me, but instead to open herself more fully to Ralph's hands under the table. I lightly caressed my wife's stockinged foot, tracing my fingers along the soft seam running along her toes. Soon Jen's body tensed, and her hands clutched the edge of the table. She clenched her eyes tightly closed. I felt her foot arch and her toes curl in my hands. Ralph had given Jen her first orgasm. She was was excited about it and we talked about using it as an opportunity for a little public teasing. I mean hell its the perfect spot to do it without worrying about getting in trouble right. She knew I loved it when she flashed and teased me in public and she started to get really into it. She told me to pick out her outfit for when we go. I was probably a little over zealous with my choices but I’m so glad the way it worked out and what it started in our lives. I picked out a black black. That’s what he’d told her. What a lie. Fifteen minutes later and Merida’s complaints are moving toward anger. John feels his arousal growing. Dumb bitch had fallen for it. The game has already begun.?Look at you,? John grins, studying Merida, her arms drawn over her head, nipples hard and growing, large breasts wobbling below her white cotton T-shirt. ?I bet you’re wishing you’d dressed differently tonight. Maybe worn a bra? You’re such a tease.?Her jeans lie wadded on the floor, her pink.