Yet I couldn't go around with my body hanging out either, that wasn't me, never mind last night, it simply wasn't me. I'd have to find a happy middle ...round.I untucked the shirt, loosened the top three buttons and the bottom two and rolled up the sleeves. There. That was better. I left my hair to dry naturally, just ran a comb through it. I touched up my eyes with mascara and eyeliner and considered myself ready for the day. Whatever it may bring.Downstairs, I discovered Cleo was up. She was. Her pussy was so wet that the odd sound came from it but this just turned him on even more.She gasped with each thrust and felt her pussy tightening around his cock as he built up speed. He pushed himself into her as hard as he could, his balls slapping against her pussy lips. She moaned loudly and began to shiver. He smiled, loving the idea that he just made his sister in law cum next to his wife.He pulled his cock out of her now flooded cunt and used her juices to lube up her arse hole.. . I'm back..."But the lovely brunette did not stir."Hey, baby, come on now... We've got the campfire tonight," Mark said, a little louder this time. He pushed her over so she was lying on her back, and it was then that he saw the nearly empty wine bottle cradled in her arms like a baby. "Oh, Jesus, Nat!" he exploded, carefully removing the bottle from her grip. "Have you been drinking?"The question was meaningless, he knew. His wife's face was flushed and her breathing was raspy and uneven.. He walked them through everything he had shown me and then continued to coach. I wasn’t surprised when they started taking notes. Coach Diamond almost looked sick.Then Coach Mason showed why his more than forty-five years of high-level coaching experience was invaluable. He showed us how to prepare to beat Springfield. Like all plays, there were reads that tipped them off, and we had enough game film to make educated guesses. Simply put, Coach Mason was smarter than Springfield’s defensive.