Then Sally stopped me cold, brought me up short!“Well, that isn’t exactly true anymore!” Sally had said and smiled at me in a way that jellied m... insides. Unmanned me. Was she reading my mind? Careful! Let HER explain herself. We both finished our whiskeys at a gulp!I cocked my head, shrugged, lifted my eyebrows made an Oh of my mute lips. Silently signaling, Continue, Damn it! Please! Offered her the cheese tray.“Long or short version, which do you want? Thanks, but no thanks. I can’t eat!”. She made it to completion, put away the stuff and jumped in the shower to wash away the soap and cool herself down. Patting herself semi dry she hastily rubbed on lotion so it would soak into her damp skin and grabbed a towel heading for the chaise lounge on the back sun porch where she lay on her stomach to tan her back but jumped back up and ran to get the small clock in the kitchen.As she lay in the warm sun she expected to relax and sometimes would doze but today was different as her clit. Our team won. It was that day I first caught myself referring to them as ‘our’. After the previous night and morning after, it felt right. Diane and I walked into the bar with the other supporters and bought a drink. We had just sat down when the person that had approached us earlier, sat down opposite.“So, when does the entertainment start?”This time Diane replied, less subtly than me, “Listen, fuckwit, we are not, nor will we ever be your entertainment. Leave us alone or when I next address. But I had to finish, I lay on my back and told her to straddle me. She grabbed my cock and placed me at her entrance, she slowly came down on my cock, and to my surprise, eventually took my full length. She began slowly going up and down my shaft, her perky breasts slightly bouncing with the movement. I could tell it pained her too much to do the movement herself, so I gripped her hips and began to pump her pussy with no mercy. I knew I'd make her so sore for the next day but I couldn't resist.