She knew why I was laughing, and as she slowly ground the full length of my erection into herself, she grinned and said, ‘Well, you don’t want me ...o be too predictable, do you?’ ‘Heaven forbid,’ I replied. I savored every sensation of making love to my wife — the velvety smooth warmth of her vagina sliding sensuously up and down the stiff shaft of my penis. My cockhead probing to the deepest corners of her. The sultry squeezes of her vaginal muscles, with which she embraced my manhood within. I could feel his face start to flush as he wrapped his arms over my thighs, resting his hands on my bum, which I thought was sweet. I'd let him calm down a bit and cuddle in to his chest, using his shoulder as a pillow and we'd carry on watching the brutal slaughter by the Pyro's of medic's and spy’s on the screen next to us, every now and again, softly kissing his collarbone and moving up his neck gradually so that I could nibble on his earlobe, I knew he loved this because he would pull my. I got drunk instead. I was sprawled outon the sofa when my boys came home from the game. Idon’t get drunk very often, so my boys were surprised.“Hey, look at mom! What’s wrong, Mom?” I remember one ofthem saying. “Her skirt’s up to her hips!” another said.“Yeah, she’s always had great legs!” yet another said.“What nice panties!” said the last.“I was going to go out to get laid, but got drunkinstead,” I. Our college had a big traditional rivalry with another state college about a hundred miles away, and the annual game was always a big deal, with lots of parties before and after the game itself. I was not much of a football fan, but Don & Billy really wanted to go to the game, and Don had reserved two rooms at a motel near the rival campus. My plan was for Janice and I to stay in one room, and for the boys to stay in the other. The boy's plan was probably to get Janice and I drunk, and each.