They offered to come over and help him relax. As an alternative he suggested they visit Kimberly, their artist friend, to check up on her painting, an... maybe buy some additional jewelry from her, since Alex had liked the pieces they'd already gotten from her. However they were still insistent on spending time with him. Finally he'd had to be firm with them, saying he had something happening which he couldn't tell them about, but which they couldn't be present for. He was sorry to have to keep. I didn't stay long but he handed me two tickets to the Patriots game. The seats and parking were what he called VIP and luxury. He also told me to be at the place I met him, which was at Harry’s hot tub (see my story Hot tub). It was perfect. I love that hot tub. I love Joe as well and Harry is a cool guy, so I knew it would be a nice time. When I got home, I asked the family, “What is going on Saturday?” My man reminded me of how bad the swing parties were last year during any football game.. I started scratching her pubic hair gently around her pussy. She closed her eyes and started feeling the enjoyment. I gently used my finger to explore her pussy within her pubic hair. I rubbed her pussy in circular motion to give her a good foreplay. I noticed her pussy was getting wet and some kind of sticky water was dripping from it. I tickled the wrinkled skin of her pussy and she reacted with a moan. I knew she was enjoying every bit of it. She was also giving out erotic moans from her. As he flicked the rubbery nipples, she locked her ankles behind his buttocks, and pulled him ever closer to her opening. He leaned forwards, and nuzzled and licked each nipple in turn, while his excitable part throbbed and nudged against her. She reached between them, and directed it into her dribbling entrance, grunting as the first inch of its massive girth pushed her soft swollen flesh aside in its demand for ingress.She wriggled, impaling herself on the young man's staff. Gently, he helped.