Erotically? No, more sensual. No, it was primal, the way you moved, like you had a need that had to be filled, but it was obvious the man you danced w...th was not up to the task. Just watching you dance created a burning in me that was all consuming. And that was just from the way you moved.You wore a low cut white blouse that almost promised a peek at more than just cleavage, but it never did. Your plaid mini skirt rode higher than the tops of your stockings, showing everyone the garter belt. How is she???Mmmm,? moaned Jack as he continued slicing in and out of Angela’s pussy. ?Nice. Tight. She’s still the stuff of my wet dreams.?She heard John pour himself a cup of coffee and then heard a chair scraping across the floor. She couldn’t believe this. He was going to sit and watch his son fucking his wife! Incredible!?Can you turn her just a bit?? asked John. ?I love to watch her tits dance.??Sure, Dad,? responded Jack. Jack repositioned himself and twisted Angela slightly,. ” Jess did all of these while the rest of us watched.“Stay here,” Valerie said, and she went over to the desk across the room, She routed around in the drawers for a few minutes and grabbed a few items that I couldn’t see which she placed in her pockets before she returned.Standing in front of her, Valerie teased Jess’ nipples for several minutes until both were hard as rocks. Once they were, she reached in and removed the item from her pocket - a metal spring binder clip. She held it in front. "Eight teams play tonight. The Rebels are one of them!" The audience applauded and stomped their feet. "For the second year!" The noise from the bleachers got even louder. I wondered if they stress-tested those things before they installed them. "Last year all the newspapers were saying that we were a mistake, that we didn't belong. This year about half of them are ready to give us the trophy now."It doesn't matter, 'cause either way, the Rebels are going to teach them how to play FOOTBALL!".