"Hope you don't mind me getting comfortable too!" "Not at all sir." I replied meekly. Jan signalled me over to her, curling a finger at me. I quic...ly walked over and stopped in front of her. She pointed to the floor. "On your knees!" she ordered. I quickly dropped to my knees in front of her. I looked up to find her smirking lasciviously down at me. "You ready for you lesson?" my wife taunted. "Yes mistress." I whimpered. "Take off my panties!" she ordered. Quivering in. It was understandable.Sally, unembarrassed about her nakedness, patiently waited while I twisted and adjusted the mechanism until it worked. Then, after I understood it myself, I explained its peculiarities to her, showed her how to adjust the water temperature and how to turn the whole thing off when she was through. At last I prepared to take my leave."It's big," she said.I thought she was commenting on my personal equipment. "It's pretty ordinary," I said. But, secretly, I was quite pleased. First—second--third--and finally, HOME. The crowd went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in circles, doing donuts, if you will. In the ecstasy of the moment, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan style, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony's shoulders, raising his arm in victory. My bushy pits were dripping in sweat, running down my rib cage, and I could smell my own ripe jock funk. My dick twitched a bit. Mark had managed to work his way into the crowd to home. She had a little petite body and was somewhat short. She wore some black dressy pants and a tight bright red low cut top that barely showed her small cleavage.It appeared that she was reading a novel. It must have been a romance novel by the look on the cover of a female beauty being carried by a strong handsome man. She sat in a white bench with her bottled water next to her, as she was deeply involved with this novel.He could see her lick her own lips as she turned page after page. Her eyes.