Like wrestling I think, but they weren’t wearing costumes.”Did she somehow watch porn with me? Had she caught me without me knowing?As I thought m...re about Ani spying on me it began to sound super hot. Touching herself and curiously staring through a small crack in the door as I jacked off. “Stop sign.” Ani called out.I hit the brakes. “Dammit!” My heart raced as a car sped across the intersection, the driver shot me the finger and I waved submissively. We were already entering the. .you are a quick learner" She said as I ran my tongue down her thigh to the edge of her slit. I could feel the heat coming off her as I kissed across the wet stains of her panties. I also began to take in the aroma. I'd gotten the tiniest taste as my tongue brushed across Nandhini's panties. The taste was nothing strong, slightly salty, but again, nothing unpleasant and I really enjoyed it. I continued to run my tongue across her panties, kissing her inner thighs and trying to get a look at her. Zero.But that was okay because Sunday was real football Sunday. Between thenon-stop coverage on the football network and the more outlandish pre-game, mid-game, and post-game coverage on the other networks, there wasmuch for the guys to watch and talk about.From a gender perspective, it was completely explicable that the guys didnot call their girlfriends during football. Indeed, Biff et al wouldrather be watching football on Sunday than doing anything else. Thatincluded, arguably, hanging out. She wandered around checking her shot before stopping right in front of me. She bent over and lined up the shot but without taking it, she pushed her bottom back into my crotch, letting my cock slip a little way between her legs. Then she stood up, enough to break the contact before she leaned back."Like what you see, big boy?" she asked.All I could do was groan. That was a rhetorical question if I ever heard one! She already knew the answer. The seven ball dropped into the side pocket. Her.