There was literally no one else there except Ms. Christina. I could already over hear them in the kitchen starting there gossip. It was your typical w...man talk.Mom then hollered for me. "Mark, get in here!"I walked in the kitchen to find my mom and Ms. Christina behind the counter. It was that moment where I noticed how fucking hot and sexy Ms. Christina looked. I never noticed before. It was probably because I hadn't seen her since I was a little younger. Back then I wasn't really thinking. ——— Desiree let out a gasp of breath as she felt her nipple being pinched slightly. Alex, stop. I dont like this. She let out another gasp of air as her face was lightly slapped. Michael ran his hands all over her body, and Desiree felt herself start to get wet under her husbands ministrations. She moaned slightly as a pair of fingers were worked into her tight passage. He stroked and sucked and licked her as she gasped out an orgasm. Michael lifted his head from her crotch and took a nipple in. The track star was able to get the swimmer on her back, and she hooked her legs to spread the swimmers legs, she started getting worried as she was being spread wide and everything she had was on display. The rules of the contest, was not only wrestling, anything was legal, except for hitting with a closed fist, and biting. Hair pulling was legal, even though the swimmer had a short hair cut, the track star had hers in a ponytail, and could be gripped, the swimmer somehow got a hold of the. . it was so wrong. But oh, the sex. She closed her eyes a moment as the feelings returned to her, like a warm wave passing through her. She let herself indulge in the memory of him, his eyes, his smell, the taste of his skin, the way he rabidly devoured her sex with his lips and tongue, the way he couldn't bear to keep from slamming his thick cock into her as soon as the blinds were shut. For four months they danced on a razor's edge of danger, until they'd finally had one close call too many.