He started rubbing oil on her back, running his hand down to her bikini line, then down along the side of her body, running his fingers along the side...of her breasts, “Oh that feels so good Dave,” he had been setting straddle of her butt, she noticed he was starting to get a heart on, she could feel it rub against her butt, when he moved forward.She was starting to get warm, her pussy was starting to tingle she would push down on her pussy, when ever he came close to her breasts.“You want me to. "How's Sara?"That threw me. Sara was my mistress, my latest one, anyway. See, I'm pretty good looking for a guy pushing 50. I work out, take care of myself, got a George Clooney vibe I'm told, and I've always had a way with the ladies. And it's not like my wife, Mary, was enough for my sex drive. She always took that Catholic shit too seriously, more so the last several years. She hadn't given me a blow job in better than a decade and she sucked at it then. Now it was the missionary position. On top of that, people seemed to be split on the cause.Me.Half the kids considered Jay a slime ball who deserved what he got and the other half were in the "He's a football player, let him get away with anything" camp, so the rally was anything but normal.After school Beth and I grabbed a quick McWendyking Arbycastleburger and got to the field to find Cindy and a bunch of our friends had staked out part of the bleachers and had two seats saved for us. At least I wouldn't have to worry about. We checked in to our motel, gathered our luggage and headed for room. Later that evening we decided to step out and gather some things from the store, we left the room and headed for the elevators. While stepping into the elevator, another gentleman rounded the corner and stepped in with us. As we rode the elevator down to the first floor, the gentleman was nice and carried on some small talk with my wife. The man could not keep his eyes off Lisa’s large breast. We made it to the first floor,.