Pauline had the build of an athlete. Trim and petite, she resembled a figure skater or an Olympic gymnast. Alan never knew her to play organized sport..., but her older brother Cal was a great athlete, starting tight end on the football team at Truman, and now filing the same role at Dartmouth, indeed, one of the few sophomores to be a starter. Pauline had always idolized Calvin, and she was in many ways much closer to her older brother than she was to her older sister, even though she and Kate. I couldn't wait for George to fill me. There was nothing like a thick cock in my ass. "Stuff me so I can take your big dick." George started breathing heavier, and I saw him grit his teeth while driving his finger in, past the first small knuckle, then the second one. I gasped as he entered. "Yes, more, deeper, more." I cooed. He obliged, getting his finger to the big knuckle and plunged totally in. "A second finger too," I said, twisting to watch his face. His eyes went wide, but he started. This year we had to sneak in again as we are not over twenty one. We had on pirate costumes to help hide who we are. So we mingled around and were having a pretty good time. Soon we had several drunk MILFS picked out that we decided we could bang pretty easy. I had picked out the one and was working on her, had her almost ready to go and do the deed when her husband popped up out of nowhere and unknown to him cock blocked me. Lucky for him, too bad for me. Jim, my friend, still had two ladies. I figured what the Hell so I said OK. I stopped to get gas and Jon and my wife kept going. After fueling up I hit the high way and tried to catch them. I never did catch up them and I dropped my passenger off at his his. I pulled into our garage and noticed it looked like the house was still dark. My wife wasn't home yet I checked my voice mail to see if I had missed a call. No she hadn't called. It was two hours before I heard Jon's hot rod pull into our driveway. I stood back away from the.