Before he could say, “Get out,” I grabbed his thick 7-inch cock and started stroking.The soap that settled onto his penis was seeping onto my hand... He watched as it slowly moved up and down his shaft.“Please stop,” he pleaded.“Do you really want me to?” I asked as I got onto my knees.He didn’t say a word. I took his silence as an invitation to put his penis into my mouth. The water rained onto my blonde hair as he closed his eyes and grabbed the back of my head pushing his dick toward the back. We were laughing like hell talking about farts. I tried to get naughty and asked, “What did your husband do in your first night?” With a fake sad expression she said, “He didn’t even hear my fart. That bastard was completely drunk.”I could understand her sex life and reconciled her saying, “Oh. That’s so sad. I understand your problem.” She replied with a naughty smile, “I know what you can understand.” I couldn’t imagine that we were talking about such topics. After some time, she farted. "Punt?" Punt," I agreed. We'd just barely managed a first down last time. Now we were fourth down with twelve yards to go on the Tigers' forty-one.Robbie took the snap she'd started at quarterback and booted the ball deep into Tiger territory while the rest of us raced after it. Our first drive had been shut down by the Tiger defense, but we were only four minutes into the first quarter."Tony, thanks for coming."I grinned. "Thanks for inviting me," I said as the three of us sat down at a. As they danced they would run their hands around her ass and once I thought I saw her run her hand up the inside leg of Steve's pants and grab his crotch! I was fooling around a bit myself so I paid it no mind. Around midnight the party was almost over and we were all still in the mood to party so I invited Mike and Steve to come back to our house to have a few more drinks. I was really feeling tight myself by then but felt that I could go a few more rounds. My wife had not been drinking heavy.