Her breasts were pushed together with the side of her left arm while her right hand was busy teasing her nipples (I was astonished by this later on wh...n I realized that she was right handed). The sweet smell of her open slit filled my nostrils as I stared at her hips thrust up in passion, her fingers frantically rubbing her clitoris as pussy juices dripped down into the cleavage of her toned ass cheeks. With every swipe and circle of her nimble fingers, her slick mound made a slopping suction. Wayne let me know that when he was younger and in the service that he was beast. Wayne told me about his threesome, foursome and nights he wishes he could re-live. I just smile taking it all in. "The things I could do to you" Wayne said to me in passing. "Wayne you couldn't handle me on your best day, so keep it movin" I said back to him. "You want to find out?" Wayne asked. I just laughed not taking him very serious and kept walking, but I found myself daydreaming about what sex would be like. By the time we got home everyone was there waiting and it was time for a family meeting. “Did you really think I was going to let a little squirt like you handle something this serious on your own? I figured you might need some back up but wouldn’t trust me so I followed you and when you didn’t come out right away with Nessa I called the police” “You really saved me back there. I never thought I would say this to you again but thank you Aunt Lucy.” I meant every word. She may have ruined our. He was honestly beginning to believe that he had championship potential. Above all, though, he believed that he owed it to Phyllis and the others. He loved those women, all of them. Collectively, they were the mother he never had.From the beginning, Phyllis had demanded that he pick a weight class and stay four pounds from the upper limit of that class for the entire season. She was dead set against the situation of wrestlers having to sweat off a pound or two before weigh-in. Fairly recent.