"Thanks, I've always worked out" It shows" he said. "your arms are lean and defined" as he ran his hands over my shoulders and down my back."Most guys...don't take care of themselves like you do" he went on.As he ran his hands over my body he came closer and he quickly, skillfully, slid my shorts off.I didn't know what to do or think. I wasn't gay but this sure seamed like a move from this stud football player. He grabbed my t=shirt and pulled it over my head.As I was thinking of something to say. I pushed my dick deep in her as she gagged on it. I pulled it out as she coughed. The string of saliva hanging through her lips and my dick was a sight worth seeing. I leaned to her face and started kissing her. With the other hand, I slapped her left boob.The right hand was on the right boob pinching her nipple. I stopped kissing and slapped her boob. At the same time, I pinched her nipple too as I started talking.Me: Wanna get fucked by your kid, Swati?Swati: Hell, yeah. I want him to fuck me. God, it was good!Then my heart skipped a beat. We were no longer alone. Alan was standing in the doorway, his eyes bulging as he took in the scene before him; his hand a blur as he jerked off his stiff cock. He had a dreamy, stupid look on his silly face. I could see he was quite happy with the situation.Jamal then rolled me over onto my knees and positioned my ass in the air.With one quick thrust, he drove his cock into my oozing cunt. He’d seen Alan, and it made no difference to him. He. He should be home now anyway."I suggested, "Why don't you use my phone and invite him over? He may have some insight as how best to approach this."I was excited but a bit apprehensive as I attached the gas bottle to my new grill. The ledger had touched off a firestorm of interest from not only the history professors at the local university but a wide range of people in the local community. Somehow the press had gotten word and the president of the town's historical society had to be included in.