We were not shuttling others to the game, so my wife and I sat up front with Tara and Helen in the back. I adjusted the rearview mirror to sneak glimp...es at Tara sitting behind my wife, but she was busy chatting with Helen. In a way, I felt neglected.My wife wasn't a sports fan so while I paced the sidelines watching every minute of the game, she sat with a few other mothers discussing whatever women talk about. The game was a blowout so the coach kept either Helen or Tara on the sidelines. But I’m enjoying it too much to stop. Then he starts to raise his hips to meet my bum cheeks, violently slapping me with each stroke. It stings, my wetness makes it worse, he releases my tits, they sigh a breath if relief. But he then begins to slap my arse cheeks, this spurs me on.“Ouch!!” I exclaimBut this doesn’t stop him. He gives me repeated slaps, then, “Cum now bitch cum for me.” He orders.I concentrate on his cock in my arse and my fingers on my clit, then I feel it coming. The feeling. Mrs. French landed on top of Sandy, her soft blonde hair falling in his face. Mrs. French lay there a moment, then turned over, still lying on Sandy. Her crotch was pressed against his, rocking lightly as the Device continued to fire. Her nipples appeared as hard solid points on her T-shirt, just begging to be pinched. "Are you all right?" Mrs. French asked, looking down at him with a combination of concern and desire in her eyes. The Device fired again, causing her to press her hips down into. “But, I would pay for her to paint you as an elf if you sent it to the Wicked as a Christmas present.”“Done.” Arwen turned to Cat. “Get it in writing before he remembers he’s rich and shouldn’t say things like that.”Cat raised an eyebrow to Nick, who just shrugged as if to say, “She got me.” Cat felt a little thrill. If she really had just made a commission, it could give her and Hall a reason to be around for weeks. Plus, it seemed like Arwen and Lev were a couple. Cat wouldn’t mind getting to.