Finally, she spoke first. "You coming to the team picnic?" she asked.Paul and Orlie Warren had sponsored, annually since Paul had been the manager, an...evening picnic at their home near Bowie. The party was for players and coaches and their families, and attendance was by no means mandatory. However, despite the fact that off days at home were rare during the season, the Warrens' picnic was evidently always well-attended. After all, it catered to the married players' wives and children, and if a. ” I hold his gaze. “Don’t worry about them—” I nod at our friends, “they’ll be too drunk to miss us. Is your Mum home?”“No.”“Do you have alcohol?”“Yes.”“Then why go to the pub? Celebrate, commiserate, whatever you want, with me. Please?”I take his hand and urge him to follow. When he does, I inwardly rejoice. Yes! The pattern is broken and I’m no longer reliving events exactly as they happened. I can change the dream, control it. A weight is lifted from my shoulders as I’m freed from guilt’s. I want to be on top.” She was in a hurry. Cleaning my cock with a damp towel, she then got astride of it, sucked in back from semi hard to rock hard and holding the head against her cunt hole, sat on it. I watched her tits pounce up and down as she rode my cock hard. My hands toyed with her nipples as I watched my cock appear and disappear into her hole.Sita aunt came and sat over my face. My tongue went up her hole which I just filled with my semen. It tastes good. My arms wrapped Priya’s ass. " Perhaps if I'd thought more about my deeper motives, I wouldn't have pursued the conversation, but eventually Ellen agreed that just bringing the subject up would be harmless. We were sitting in nothing but our robes at the kitchen bar, drinking tea while awaiting Roger to return from his nightly jog. Ellen thought over my suggestion, then turned from the bar stool. She smiled with an agreeable nod.As I watched her long, firm legs walk toward the hallway, I laughed, asking, "Where are you.