“If you say so,” John said.Then we both went to his bedroom and got on the bed. We began making out very passionately for a few minutes. He put hi... hands onto my boobs once again. He had really grown fond of my boobs. I'm not sure why though. It's not like I could be a Victoria's Secret model. But I loved that he loved my boobs. He squeezed them a bit and then I started to take me shirt off, but then he stopped me.“Are you sure you are comfortable?” John asked.“Yes John. Now fuck me,” I replied. The older girl has squirted some more lube on the shaft and is slowly moving up and down getting used to the size.Natalie grabs the lube and runs a line of it up the front of the dildo. Then she runs her hands around it to lubricate the shaft.That done, she copies her sister again and slowly starts bobbing her body up and down the shaft trying to take it a little deeper each time.Her eyes go to the clock and sees that it reads just 20 minutes left.Oh god! How am I going to go the rest of the. After an appreciable period of play, Beth needed to reposition herself. She slid away a few feet, and said "Why don't you to give me a show?" No need for encouragement here, for I love cocks and cunts equally. Marty and I stroked and caressed and licked and sucked while Beth reclined and fingered her wet, oozing gash. I confess to peeking over periodically, to gaze at her while Marty and I enjoyed each others' stiff rods. In only a few moments, Beth slid back over to us, and wanted to be. 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 player's wife and kid wanted to attend, well, guess what? The player wanted to attend, too.I had heard all about the picnic tradition, but I wasn't certain it was something in which I, a.