We just had not realized it at the time, at least not consciously. Now, here she was, in my place, serving me tea as if she were my servant. She knew ... had an interesting background. She's been with me when I've essentially seduced women in bars, waitresses in various restaurants, and seen how they responded to the wicked things I'd say to them. I am, and always have been, a nice guy, but I wasn't a goody two shoes. Did that have anything to do with how she was acting tonight? I wasn't sure,. She switched on the milk cooker to prepare coffee and went to wash the clothes in the bathroom. I was sitting in the bed. The cooker gave the whistle and she came out of the bathroom with her sari lifted showing her beautiful thighs and the low hip sari was revealing her navel. She gave the coffee to me and she too drank a cup. We were conversing about our journey and throughout our conversation, she had not lowered her sari, which were showing off her thighs and had not covered her sweet. They were covering our wide outs man on man, Greg Jackson was lined up maybe five yards down the field, directly across from me.“Kill, Kill, Kill, 17 Go, Omaha, 17 Go, Omaha.” Josh called out, changing the play.We were using our number signals, combined with city names in this audible package. I was number eighty nine, eight plus seven was seventeen, I was the primary target on this route. Omaha was a northern city which meant I was going on a deep seam route. I wanted to laugh as I looked back. Her head hanging over the end of the bed she looked into her husband's upside down face as Mark viciously pushed her legs towards her chest. Holding her spread open to the world by the back of the knees Mark plunged into her again. She closed her eyes, pleasure washing over her as Mark fuck her hard.She looked up at her new lover as she felt him release her legs and grip each breast. He squeezed them hard as he savagely drove himself deep inside her. She could tell he was close by the change in.