“Wow,” I said.She nodded. “He looks terrible. Mike, if you don’t feel up to driving, ask me, OK? You don’t look so good yourself.”“Th...nks,” I said. Even standing for those few moments had left me a bit dizzy. “Who’s Kayla? Do you know?”I shook my head. “Ricky was having a thirsty Thursday on Thursday. You could’ve come, too, if you wanted. Anyway, there was this girl, Kayla there. I thought she was one of Ricky’s friends from high school, and he thought that she was with the chemistry. After we all worked out and took showers, Joe invited Fred to join us in the van for a beer, our little routine as he called it. We all sat in the van drinking a beer and I could sense that Fred was nervous. I gave a Joe a look and he let the cat out of the bag. "Jerry, (thats my name)I told Fred about what we do after our workout." I was shocked. I never waned anyone to know that I was sucking cock! Before I could say anything, Joe continued, " Fred is in the same position I'm in. His wife has. There were a lot of hands in pants and a couple of exposed dicks, including one that was a lot bigger and thicker than my seven inches. This one was being sported directly behind me at an angle where Jan could clearly see (and reach if she wanted to). She didn't. Eventually two of the guys behind us got brave and flicked just a bit of Jan's hair. She smiled and encouraged them. Eventually there was some shoulder rubbing by the guys behind her as they gave her a gentle little neck and shoulder. We can keep it a secret, I promise, Savannah," she moaned, feeling the back half of my body.Her hands felt to be smooth as silk, and she gave me quite the massage too. Yet, I was still dealing with the physical luxury of her hooters scrubbing my face. Needless to say, I also got a sense of her juice leaking from her underwear too.So, I felt the chills going throughout my body, and I only craved more. So, after another minute, I stopped her hands and grabbed her bosoms. I looked at her eyes as.