''Huh?'She laughed musically, 'mmm, I didn't want to say anything, but you're like the B-Team, most of these guys were recruited out of high school an... most of them will probably go pro. I don't know if you realized it, but college football is kind of a big deal.''So I'm just a B-Team kid?' I sniffed.'Aww, ' she planted an excessively wet kiss on my cheek. 'You're an A-grade man to me and you always will be. Who cares if you're the B-Team?'I was shattered, 'I thought I was so cool for a minute. I have to watch if we're getting changed attendance, but if we do, I'm going to ask the owners to approve more stage crew."Carol was back. "Let me get out and sit on Curt's other side, since I have to get ready soon. Damn. I wanted to try some of the new ideas, but we aren't remotely ready. I guess I'll do Gym Bunny. Carol, you had such a good idea, when the gym was upgraded, to put the extra benches backstage to use as props." I wasn't complaining about them shifting. I could now try to. On the day of the party, we left our daughter under the care of my husband’s sister and went to the party. I was uncomfortable wearing the saree below my waist, my husband was particular that I look fashionable wearing it like that.As we entered the party, my husband’s boss ( Mr. Kathuria) walked up to us and greeted us. Kathuria was a 55-year-old man, who was unmarried. He was a fitness freak, with a well-toned body and looked several years younger than his actual age. He was a pleasant man to. Grey underwear, with an obviously thickening cock, more or less running horizontal to his left.I reached out, and gently stroked it, making Fred moan. I could feel him thickening and getting harder at my touch. I pulled down his underwear, freeing his large cock to spring out and slightly higher than horizontal. As I think I mentioned in my earlier story, Fred is significantly larger than most guys. I know, all porn, the guy is huge. Reality is not the same. While I don’t look at guys, thinking.