Caroline was a good loser, giving her a rueful smile and a one-armed hug as they shook hands after the match. Her opponent was clearly thrilled, not j...st with her own performance but Caroline’s genuine appreciation of her ability.Penny had made a picnic lunch which they had brought from the car in an ice box. She had taken account of the weather so the soup was a cold one and there was chilled lager. She had made two sandwiches each: cheese, bacon and tomato, and a beef, lettuce and cucumber. It was an indoor lacrosse team, six guys, even bigger and broader shouldered than the basketball guys with huge muscular chests. They took one look at me on all fours and my brother eating my ass and laughed out loud. Even quicker than the basketball players, they stripped out of their clothes.These six white guys may have had even bigger, stronger bodies than the five black guys but their dicks were not quite so long and thick, while still intimidating my own average size, all that is except. Tim simultaneously sucked my neck and kicked my boobs. "Mmmmm yes. Baby!" I moaned. I felt my pussy tighten around his two fingers and felt a huge relief. "God why are your hand so fucking amazing!" I said flustered. I pushed him back, so hard, that he fell off the edge of the bed. We laughed in unison. "So should I call you The Hulk instead of Erica?" He said on the floor laughing. I crawled off the bed, onto all fours on the floor. I licked his cock. His toes curled. I grabbed his. "She's never struck me as being particularly religious or hung on formalities." Every little girl dreams of her wedding, Nick, trust me. I don't just mean like that, though ... I don't want to put Marcus before Shawna and marrying him would do that." You're worried that any two of you getting married would create an imbalance?" I suppose, yeah. Even if ... even if we managed to get three partnerships or whatever, it still doesn't really represent us. We're not three couples, we're ... we're us..