Then I thought I hated soccer, but I was getting touched up here right in front of my beloved hubby and I was now soaking wet…Not because of him or ...he soccer; but because I was getting groped by god knows who; but I did not care, it anyway felt wonderful…The warm fingers moved to in between my ass cheeks. I grasped for some breath, thinking I was going to get fingered.Then I spread my legs and the naughty fingers glided over the edge of my tiny cotton thong. I felt my cunt was almost dripping. I hadnt lost his love, but he was wrestling with himself inside. He finally sighed, and took my hands. How, uh, do you, um, want to do this? he asked quietly. For reals? Was he going to be mine for my first?!?! For reals, its going to be kind of weird, but I think understand what you mean, you know Ill be nice about it all. If it helps, go ahead and fantasize about whatever supermodel is currently on your desktop wallpaper. I said. He shook his head. I might fantasize by myself, but when Im. She noticed the change in his breathing, noticed his erection begin to pulse as his enthusiasm increased. She offered her palm to him one more time, this time without words, he didn’t need them, he knew what was required and quickly expelled the lubricant into her hand, and she wrapped it around his shaft and increased the speed and depth of her attention, sliding smoothly up and down, increasing his desire rapidly.As quickly as she had started she stopped, leaving him standing proudly to. ‘I’ll think about it. Is that everybody?’ ‘All but you ma’am.’ I held her gloved hand to steady her, the first rung was a stretch. I got in the cab and opened the sliding window, Sandy was the Sergeant-at-arms this year and sat on a bale at the front of the bed with her boyfriend. ‘Is everybody seated?’ I asked through the window. ‘Yes Eddy.’ ‘Ok here we go!’ The tilt bed was an automatic, so I let it pick up speed without jerking everybody around. I kept the speed to around 20 – 25 until we.