This is how I picture it. My husband and I would be watching our favorite America football team on tv. His friend Jack would be there under the preten...e of just watching the game. Jack is 6 ft 2 in tall and very muscular. We would be watching the game on the sofa, me in the middle. At halftime, I would lean over and tell my husband that it was time and I would be right back as I slip into something more comfortable. I went into my bedroom and put on a short white satin chamois with black lace. She was wearing loose pajama pants and a hoodie. She smiled and said hello. That entire day every time she came around she would slide her hand up her shirt lifting it showing me her belly it was very distracting. But she would always talk to me. Fast forward a couple months. Summer. Bikini season. She came out in a green bikini the bottoms low cut probably sitting right above her clit. The crack of her ass peeking through the top. A slight camel toe in her crotch. Her ass tiny but shaped nice. “I don’t know how you drink this shit,” I say, handing the glass back to Aaron. “It tastes like Satan threw up and you put it on ice.” They shake their heads at me. “Three years in college and you haven’t had a drink,” Jonathan says. “Damn.” I roll my eyes. “Twenty bucks you won’t be able to finish the glass,” Aaron says, playfully punching me. I take the glass from him, and take another sip. I cough. “This is disgusting,” I choke. “It tastes good, eventually,” Jonathan winks at me. My heart. She let go of me and rubbed the cum into her tits and scaped it out of her nose and into her mouth. ‘I need a shower now,’ she laughed. She cleaned my cock and went off to the shower. I went to the kitchen and got a drink and sat down and turned the tv on. I heard a key in the front door and figured dad had come home early. ‘Hello Jonathan,’ and I looked to see my sister Melanie. ‘Hi Mel,’ I said, and she asked where mom was and I said she was in the shower. She sat down and grabbed my soda.