And why. "Let's go, then."Chief Sanchez switched gears from family friend to Chief of the Boat. "Captain Austin? Sir?" I hate it when I'm sir," grouch...d David.The Gaffer commented, "Me too. The hardest part about war is sending your friends some place you wouldn't go ... if you had a choice. But you don't. You have your duty." But you don't, Duty calls," David agreed. "That's how my cover got burnt ... going places I shouldn't." He clapped his hat to his head. He spoke to the third person on. "Lets get going, shall we?" she said and she opened up a nearby drawer and she pulled out a tube of lubricant. I had dropped my pants and had taken off my shirt. I was now naked by the time she looked back at me. She looked down and saw my cock standing upright. "I can see this is going to be fun" she said with a great smile.She handed me the lube and as I lubed up my cock she got ready by dropping her g-string and she leaned over the dining table. Her ass was amazing, round and full. I. I went to another shoe with a slightly longer cleat, hoping to get a better footing. I went back out to the field and resumed my workout, the second pair of shoes being much better on the surface. I caught balls from an automatic machine for close to forty five minutes, then finished up by running a few routes. By the time I was finishing up, most of our team was on the field, everyone going through their own pregame rituals. I headed back to the locker room, it was close to two o’clock. I laid. He’d have all day Monday to lay around, do laundry or golf. (Holiday Mondays always meant more sex.) After a year of being together, we decided to get married. Don’t know why, we just did. We had gone back home for Thanksgiving with our families, and we did it on the spur of the moment. We came back to our nice little apartment as newlyweds. I guess it was an excuse to fuck like bunnies. We were in no position to take a real honeymoon. (We’re still making plans for that.) We didn’t party too.