So we slid in at the far end of the bar and the wife had another martini. As I'm talking to the manager whom I'd gotten to know I feel the wife take m... hand and thinking she wants to hold hands I pay no mind. Next thing I feel is her wet pussy under my hand. It was dark at our end of the bar but we were also right opposite the door. I looked around and she had her leggings down around her thighs, grinning and grinding on my hand. The manager glanced over and made a joke about all ladies keeping. You’ll start when called.”When every number had been listed we all moved over to the Hawk throw.“First runner! Karen Post!”No! I don’t want to go first! I want to watch the others so I’ll know where to go! No! No! No!.The seas parted and I had no choice ... Shit! Shit! Shit! I unlimbered my hawk and eyed the target ... I moved six inches back from my original stance and gave it all I had.THWACKThree judges started stopwatches.It STUCK! Good God Almighty ... it stuck! and I was off and running. When I returned to the bed Laura reached for me. "Hold me," she murmured in the dark. With her in my arms everything seemed better. When I awoke Laura was not in the bed."There was nothing to eat in the refrigerator so I found your car keys and went to the store," Laura said when I found her in the kitchen. She came to me for a kiss. Her hands felt warm on my bare back and her cheek was soft against mine."That's something else I haven't had time to do," I lamented. Sylvia often brought. I started pinching her nipples, while she stroked from the tip of my cock down to the base of my cock. The fact that she couldn't fully wrap her hands around the thick base of my cock, made me even harder. That's when Kesha squeezed her tits together and told me to fuck her big tits. "Oh yeah, Jeff. Sit your fat cock right in here" Then she let a good amount of spit drip down on my cock, making my cock slide smoothly in between her tits. The sensation was nothing like I've ever felt before. So.