"Look," she struggled to find his name in her memories of the night before and failed. "I need to go to work and trying to get any sense out of those ...uys this early in the morning is impossible. It's not like it's the Big Gig or anything like that we are missing." But it could be. Can you imagine if ten or twenty bands showed up to play? This could be awesome, better than awesome. This could be epic!" The guy didn't let up."Yeah well, we aren't exactly a covers band, and I have to go to work,. It was her idea actually, but I think she regretted it as soon as we left the house. I sure liked seeing my wife’s big tits bounce freely under her light-colored top.As we were about to cross the street, Marla stopped to make sure that the coast was clear and nobody would see us going into the theater. She was also very self-conscious about her lack of a bra. Her big breasts bounced noticeably as she walked. My prudish wife let her long brown hair hang over her blouse to try and conceal her. I could feel his legs against my ass as his balls slapped against mine. The guy I was sucking got up and moved out of the way. The guy fucking me shoved me against the couch. I was pinned under him as he began to fuck me. He held my shoulders as he pulled all the way out and then rammed his cock back in me. He began pounding in my ass. He leaned forward until he was on my back and breathing hard on my neck. He kept fucking as I felt his sweat dripping on me.He said he was ready to cum and that. ‘Exactly!’ Solace boomed, dropping her arms to her side. ‘I need the skill of Michelle Kwan out there holding on to me with an iron grip, not one of the nuts piling out of those clown cars, stumbling all over the ice.’ Solace looked at Rosanna and they both laughed–Solace at her own wit and Rosanna envisioning the hilarious scene. ‘I’m stung, Sol. Do you think I would allow anything to happen to you?’ Rosanna pouted, her lips extended in an exaggerated fashion so that even Solace could not.