’ I stowed Justin’s equipment in the back of the Ford with the rest of the gear. ‘Everybody climb in. Next stop is the Dairy Queen,’ I said. �...�Thanks for the ride Coach Gerard,’ Justin told me. ‘We would’ve missed the ice cream party without your help.’ ‘You’re welcome Justin. Can’t celebrate our victory without our center fielder,’ I replied and continued driving. Why didn’t Mrs. Reynolds even show up to pick up her kids after the game? Wonder if Maggie is right? After the kids and some of the. It is your life, I won’t interfere.” My words gave a life to them. They continued what they were doing. Dad asked me to get us a bottle of vodka from his room. I reached his room upstairs and took a bottle with me to the hall. I made pegs for everyone and gave a glass each to the four guys present there. As I took a glass for me, Tripathi uncle directed me to sit beside him.My heart was skipping seeing his hardened dick which he was stroking. Sharma and Mishra uncle gulped down their drink and. In the car, My wife sat with him in the back seats, they wasted no time making out, I could hear them kissing each other loudly. My wife let out a loud moans when he had his fingers in her panty. We havent even got out from the parking lot, I could hear him playing with my wife wet pussy, it was really loud. I was driving a Vellfire so it was spacious enough for them to perform all different act. I drove slowly at about 50kmh to the hotel which is 20mins away. My wife was kneeling giving him. " Very discreet. We've fucked others. Some are married." And some aren't. No one will ever know." It doesn't sound like you need any advice from me. You two seem to know what you're doing," Jean said."This woman's different. She's older." But that only makes us want her more." What do you want to ask me?" Jean asked cautiously."How should we do it?" Approach her, we mean." I need a drink. Would you like something stronger than lemonade?" Jean asked."No, thanks." Me neither, thanks."Inside, Jean.