Not being together every day during the week made our weekends together special. It was like being on a date and on your best behavior all the time. W... were enjoying our lives and each other. That is until football season started. Once the season started, I didn’t have a chance to get home very much. There were practices every day and games on Saturday. That left Sunday as the only day I could come home. The physical toll of practice all week and the games didn’t leave me a lot of energy. I. Jerome touched my tits and my nipples went hard like rocks, making me groan badly.I slowly undid his trousers and pulled his cock out; pulling it up and down. Then softly I sucked the huge head as I felt Jerome run his hand up my dress and into my thong. He found my pussy very wet and then he eased my thong off without any resistance from me. I stood up and stripped laying back down and opened my legs playing with my warm pussy.Jerome looked at me; but soon he stripped before kneeling in. All of this flirting has me hard as a brick."i wanna say something but i don't wanna offend you" i told her. angelica looks up at me."we're all adults" she said."i wanna make out with you straight up, if you don't want to it's okay I just have to get that off my chest." I admitted. "you know what? hell yeah let's do it" she says. I lean up to her and she frowns."since we're here alone, I don't see why we can't,you know?" she suggests, I look around, there's no one on this pavilion BUT us. Long gold earrings and glittering gold bracelets. A gold QAnon pendant dangling from her pierced navel. Wearing a shiny blue metallic micro miniskirt, matching blue metallic tube top, and expensive spike-heeled black pumps. Her high, firm 36C tits bounced and jiggled as she yanked open the front passenger door, hopped in, and started talking.“Ashton. Listen Ashton. We’ve got a problem. Nicole. She got, you know, carried away again. With another black girl. What was her name? You know. “Stacey.