The elevator came to a stop. They both came out and headed towards her apartment. At the door, Jessica fished for her keys in her purse. Why couldn’... she find them! She was frustrated. “Hey, easy”, soothed Diego, nibbling her earlobe. “Oh God”, she whispered. If only she could take him right here, right now. “Ha! found them!” she quickly opened the door. She got out of her stilettos, threw her purse and grabbed him by the tie, pulling him inside. With a loud bang, the door closed but neither. “It turns me on that people might see you,” I said. “Tell that guy your husband wants to know if he would like to see your breasts.” “I can’t do that,” she said. “Yes, you can,” I said. “Just tell him.” Sally took the point and leaned over to the guy on the other side. “My husband wants to know if you want to see my breasts,” she said. The other fellow nodded. I reached over again, and slowly unbuttoned another button on the blouse. Then another soon, the entire front of my wife’s blouse was. I had enjoyed our conversation and had felt better talking about it, and now it was time to satisfy our more personal needs. Facing one another I undid Marlene's blouse and threw it off, her rack was nicely displayed in their holders for my pleasure. I kissed her mouth, softly at first then with more force as I pressed my tongue into it. She did the same to me then took my bra off to free me of its enclosure; we kissed and caressed some more as I unsnapped her bra so we enjoyed the feeling of. But the further into the season we got, the moreintense the competition got. Megan and Sandi, Sam's girlfriend and alsoa cheerleader, got tired of us constantly banging our egos over a"silly, worthless bet." They suggested, no really demanded, that if wewere going to carry on like this there should really be something atstake. "I know," Sandi blurted out, "you two keep putting down the cheerleaderssaying that ?cheerleading doesn't really take a lot of skill'. So if wecan get permission why.