As Dawn and I get ready to watch second match, her hand slide up to my cotch and she make little circle around it and then she say" do mine rubbing m... lower back?" I say "no". As start rub her back she pull on her shirt, my hand is rubbing her skin on lower back, I am watch the match and enjoy tell her about the things I see in the match, as rub her hand rubs my cotch. That match ends, the Thrid is get ready to start, as Mary and Clint appear, Mary says "there was long line, that took so. I told him not to bring his wife. He smiled again. I waved then walked to my car, getting in, I started the engine and drove us home.After telling Bobby about my plans, he set up the video camera from my bedroom in the shower. I went to my bedroom and called my husband again. “Hey, sweetie,” I greeted.“You're a fucking slut,” he laughed, “What next?”“You’ll find out,” I laughed.We talked for an hour and a half. Laughing about the day and things he had fantasized about. It was like meeting a. "The talking stopped and a piece of classical music started. The teams had a few seconds to get in position and all eight members of their teams quickly discarded their outfits; the men hairless and naked and with prominent erections, and the girls dressed provocatively.The American team had tight blue leotards on with holes for their pendulous breasts, that extended into leggings and a white bushy tail what waved as they moved. They both smiled at the camera as they sank to the mats and gave. " I dropped the fake accent. "But I promise Ididn't mean to draw an extra scrabble tile."Chapter 2: The DealCraig felt like he had been shot between the eyes, between the pain andthe huge gaps in his memory of what he presumed was the day before. Hetried to sit up but his body lay there like concrete. Think back, whathad happened? He'd had a talk with his roommate... Oh yeah, about thecomputer.Craig had borrowed Louis' computer, he wouldn't mind; Craig just had tolook something up quickly..