I fall, and not in the way I'd like. I try to figure out what pulled me from my orgasm and I hear my phone ringing from the kitchen. "Fuck," I say and...hop off the bed. "Right when I get there, Clyde, someone has to call me," I say as I pass him sitting on his perch. I grab my phone from my bag and smile when I see Lara's name. "Hey, babycakes," I say through my grin. "I should kill you for what you just did to me." "Oh? Well I was just calling to tell you how much I missed you and how I needed. I felt my cum rise and pulled her off telling her to kneel on the bed.I think she expected me to fuck her doggy style but I needed to keep control and rest it a bit. Instead I looked her over. Felt around her wet pussy, shoved three fingers and fingered her for a while as looked at her arse. Around the hole was slightly hairy but the way she was spread showed the pink skin. I took the lube from the basket and put some on a finger. As I pushed it around the hole she moved away a little but I. For Jim, the first half of the game was unremarkable as he played reasonably well on defense and did pretty well blocking. His punting was fine so it just looked like the team was headed for a defeat, but nothing terrible. It was just at the start of the third quarter, after a rousing half time speech by the coach about toughness and determination, when the offense went onto the field did absolutely nothing. Jim found himself ready to punt once again. As he counted back the yards from the line. She gasped and gave a little yelp. She stopped fucking my hole. Oh, please! Keep going! Fortunately, it was only a temporary pause and she resumed finger fucking me. I pushed on further into her wetness. I felt her wet labia and fiddled around until I found the way in. My middle finger sank into her soaking cunt and I followed it up with my ring finger.We carried on finger fucking each other for a while but I wanted more.“I need to taste you!” I gasped.At this, she wriggled up to a position.