Chapter 3: Fuck the ThirdIf I was expecting Julie in my bed I was mistaken. She obviously had decided that she didn't want to be caught in the act, so...it was that I at least got some sleep for a few nights. At supper later in the week, Jack, Angela's older husband, mentioned that he was going to be spending a couple of nights away as he had business in a city that would keep him all day. As he needed to start early and wouldn't finish 'til late he had reluctantly decided that it made sense to. "Sandy laughed with the other two women.13:55 Wednesday, July 3, 1991Upper Box 19, Row 12, Seats 16 & 17, Candlestick Park, San Francisco, CA 94124Ben and Dan wound their way through the crowd, holding beer and hotdogs. When Dan was asked for Ben's ID, he flatly responded, "He's my son." The tapman just shrugged and poured the beer.Without further drama, they'd reached their seats, working their way down the aisle. Just as they placed their beers and dogs down the announcer called out, "Ladies. I bite your neck and slide my pussy lips across the length of your cock and you grab my hips to hold me there.I slap your hand away. You know the rules. No touching until I say so. Just watch. Keep your eyes on my body. Feel my hand grip your big cock and tug just enough for you to growl out loud.I take you and position the tip right at the entrance of my tight pussy. You feel it pressing against you. Itakes all of your will power not to just thrust up inside of me.I slide down to where the tip. I tossed the gym shorts to her, saying, “Here. Put these on.”She paused for a second, then did. They were a bit big around the waist, because even though she’s slightly taller than I am, because she’s also very slender. I wonder if she ate at all, and resolved to fix that. “How do you adjust these?” she asked, holding the waistband away from her to show how much space there was.I looked up at her, then picked up a pair of scissors, moved across the room, and said, “There’s a waist cord. Allow.