Bill was on my flank the whole way. I stayed with him, so he could block their safety that was cutting across, then crossed the goal line for our firs... score. The referee’s arms shot into the air, signaling touchdown. I gave him the ball and jogged back to our bench.“Mister Lewis, why were you dawdling out there?”“Coach, in case anyone scouts us, they won’t REALLY know how fast I can run!”“That, unfortunately, makes sense. Save it for when we need it.” We scored the extra point, now leading 7. The dishes were still on the table, the remaining bits of food crusted and dried. I couldn't mind, not in light of what we'd been up to instead.I scraped dishes while I filled the sinks, humming happily under my breath. I'd often been frustrated about being the one stuck with the cleanup, but tonight I couldn't seem to mind a bit. All I had to do was think about Mike's hands, his body on mine, the heat of him inside me.As plates and bowls and silverware soaked, I entertained a fantasy in which. As my pussy slowly stretches and goes numb, a different feeling settles in. I can feel his knuckles grinding over my g-spot. My lips part as I moan and yell. I cum, all over his strong hand. He kisses me softly as he pulls out his fist, giving me a good thrust before he's done. He sits under my outstretched legs. I'm lying there, motionless except for my tits rising and lowering with every weak breath I take. He tries to massage my clit, but I smack his hands away. I'm too sore for anything. It was one musical night with a lot of performances from both sides. All of us danced our hearts out. After all, it was our friend’s wedding. Soon the party songs changed to a few romantic numbers for the couple. Abhiraj came in an all-black tuxedo looking drop-dead gorgeous and asked me for a dance.It would have been rude if I had refused. As soon as I agreed to dance with him, he placed his hands on my bare waist. I placed my hands on his shoulders, and we started grooving to the music. I.