”Hot damn! Grinning, I said, “There’s a pen and pad in the glove box, if you don’t mind, write down your phone number, and your address; I’d...�� like to write to you.”Jotting her phone number and address down, she asked for mine. Whenever we hit a stoplight we would kiss and continue exploring each other's body. When we arrived at Billie’s home the porch light came on. We only had time for a quick goodnight kiss.Reluctantly I left, driving home with a set of the infamous blue balls. I entered my. My cock would be in both of their pussies several times before I would cum in Debbie’s older pussy. I had cum in my wife’s pussy at least ten thousand times by then anyway so she certainly didn’t need any more of it.Something in Debbie’s past made her refuse anal sex and to suck my cock. I think her second husband used to force her to suck his cock a lot before his death. However if I put my cock up to my wife’s mouth she would sure suck it. It didn’t matter if it was clean or if it had just. I looked around. "Well maybe. I could take it back to the dealer. Maybe he could get it clean. But that would cost some money. Maybe we could work out a trade or something?" I said. She looked around."A trade or something? Mr. Kelly!!!!" she said very loud. I smiled. She shook her head. "What kind of trade?" she said very stern. "Well there are four big chrome wheels that are ruined. That a lot of money. Maybe you could work it off." I said. She looked around me toward the back of. We held our complaints to the minimum, happy to be dressing for a real game.It was a warm September afternoon when we ran onto the field. The band was playing and the stands were sparsely filled with cadets who were not playing, the girls from Speedwell and a scattering of adults who had come to see their sons play. I spotted Mr. Oldham and Suzanne but couldn't find Cindy in the sea of Speedwell uniforms.Two referees dressed in black and white striped shirts were on hand to call the game. The.