Her fingers gently stroked mine as she turned towards me."Thanks," she said. "You're so sweet." Not really," I replied with a slight grin. "I have my ...oments though." Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me after the game?" she whispered as her hand ran over my chest."Maybe," I replied. "Do you think it's working?"She just smiled and turned back to the game as the second period started. I stood close behind her and put my hands on her hips. She pressed her ass into me and. Her tongue was on the other side of his erection, sliding up and down it.“Ahhhhh, ladies! Yesssss!”Abby was now affording his balls her love. Gently she held the voluminous nutsack, caressing each orb. Then she lapped at each nut. She slowly drew the flat of her tongue over the circumference of one testicle. Next, the young sexpot kissed the ball, licked it, and again kissed it. Then she repeated the same steps with the other beefy sphere.This occurred while the head of her partner was. ..REAL!! My fingers probed Mary's slippery, pussy! She grunted, softly, into my chest and gyrated on my hand! The sounds of her loosening pussy getting more moist with each thrust of my fingers was starting to drive me wild! In one quick motion, I lifted Mary's shaking and panting body up! Turned around with her in my arms and, in just two steps, had her on her bed! Her ass and legs hung over the edge and her delicate feet were resting on my shoulders! I was leaning forward and had started to. ’ I do, and she carefully tugs the cover sheet from beneath it, pulling it down and exposing my abdomen. I try not to think about what she may be thinking. She’s a professional, I remind myself. Not that it helps. Professionals can be nit-picky critics, too. But, really, what does it matter if she finds my tummy repulsive? How can I expect her opinion to differ from my own? The worst, of course, doesn’t happen. She doesn’t gasp or exclaim, ‘Ew, gross!’ I knew she wouldn’t, really, but fear is.