I placed my hand on her leg, just below the juncture of her thighs and felt the heat emanating from her sex. Slowly moving my hand I covered her mound...and felt that her panties were moist, she was obviously very aroused. I moved my finger lightly along the crease of her vulva and felt her become even wetter.Startled, I felt her hand on my zipper which she quickly lowered. Reaching in, she extracted my cock which was leaking like crazy, and covered the head with her palm."Paul, please let me". Carol pleaded to keep her face out of the picture for fear of being on the internet, I told her I didnt care, and that he would probably remember whose tits they were anyway. My wifes friends really did leave, and there really wasnt anything else to do. I didnt care about playing pool, I just wanted a quick alibi. She said fine, if it will make you happy, Ill show a total stranger my rack and I told her if you got it, flaunt it. So I started playing pool and she went to do her mission. I was. So now that everyone is up to speed, I can give you the quick recap of how it’s gone so far: HOLY FUCK! Despite my initial apprehension, the first time she had someone over was a huge success. She came over with a guy, they fucked, and I watched him cum in her pussy. Of course, I fucked her later that night, but what came before was just as good. And the best part is that it hasn’t been a one-off, the past two weekends she’s come and fucked at my place. Last weekend was a blast. She arrived. Many of the men who stood with her looked to be in even worse shape than she. I sighed heavily on seeing her and her people and then I spoke to her."Greetings Ingrid Olafsdatter," I said formally to the woman in her own tongue, "and my heartfelt regrets to you and your people for what has befallen them. My prayers go to your fallen." Spare your prayers, silver-tongued man," Ingrid growled back at me in the local dialect, "for they have died warrior deaths and have all gone to Valhalla. Instead.