.......... “Have they lost a bet ?”, .................Are they out on a hen night ?”........“Lucky bastard, I bet he's paid for them, they loo... like hookers !”. I felt Gina tense at the last comment, I knew she was hurt from the insult. I just whispered up to her,“Turn round slowly, let him see your t-shirt”. Gina turned to face the voice, breathed in to show her 42DD's at full effect and purred, “Sorry boys, not hookers. Check the t-shirt, I just got engaged to this dishy little hunk !”. Gina. Nicole laid back wither legs spread a little, continuing to play lightly over her clit, occasionally sticking a finger in her sopping wet pussy. Her other hand was sliding up and down Matt’s cock over his pants. She wanted to cum so bad. She was convinced that the trucks they passed could see her tits and pussy, which seemed to get her even more turned on.The game continued into the fourth quarter, and the Falcons scored. Nicole continued to play with herself lazily, going between her pussy and. It was a bit more evident than her usual reception. There was a certain "glow" about her that I shamefully credited to my recent deposit of sticky cum down her lovely throat. In retrospect, I suspect it was due to the expert cleansing of her internal organs at the spa this very afternoon. Before we left the house, I had spent some time lubricating and scenting Jesse's lovely pussy and pucker hole with her special strawberry flavored cream and perfume. I told her Polly probably wanted to taste. "I have a plan." Adriana's mind whispered."What plan?"Adriana looked from Mary to my crotch."I like the plan!" I said mentally."This is place is so expensive!" Mary cried. "I can't afford it on my own." Don't worry, baby," Adriana whispered, stroking Mary's hair. "Simon can help you."Mary pulled away from Adriana. "I can't! I can't take his help." He's got the money, sweetie," Adriana told Mary."He's a busboy!" I have the money, Mary, " I said. "I would ... I would love to help you in any way.