M.That Saturday I drove the short trip to the sports bar, the GeorgiaVS. Clemson football was just kicking off. The bar was packed with bulldog Fans I...poured back a few shots and waited, an hour had pasted bye andI began to think that the couple would not show up. At 9:15 p.m. IGot a text message that asked if I was still at the bar? I sent aMessage saying that I was sitting over by the big screen TV, that it Would be easy to spot me because I had on an Alabama tee shirt. The husband Jim walked. I pushed the closet door open a crack and could see the lower half of Stephie’s body as it was half on and half off the bed. There was no way I was getting past them without being seen. I waited and watched, still holding the soiled blue undies in my left hand.The guy was on top, sucking at her neck, moving down her chest as he unbuttoned her shirt. I watched as the faint light spilled over the smooth tops of her breasts pushing up and almost out of the lacy bra she wore. Despite my fear and. ”When she finished, Blake just shook his head and laughed. He didn’t look at anybody else: he didn’t care what Drew or Jordan or anyone there thought of him. He looked directly at her with his smile and his blue eyes and said, “Well, you are being a bitch.”Almost by instinct, her hand whipped around and slapped him in the face. Throwing down a half-finished fifth of vodka, Claire whipped his sweater off her and threw it at him. “Fine, I don’t need your shit!” Blake was quick enough, he could. Licking it up, my pussy in his face. I could feel his breath on the sensitive wet flesh, it was so hard not to give into that and just sit on his face. I quickly turned my thoughts to his cock. licking my lips i grabbed it, my lips rubbing softly against the tip. I stick my tongue out to taste his precum. I stick my tongue into his peehole. Grunting his pleasure i start sucking on the head of his cock nibbling around the head. I can hear him moaning and sniffing my pussy. I tug on his.