She could not hold it any longer, her moans were getting louder and louder, she came so fast.We switched positions and she licked my pussy till I came...too, she got up and we kissed on the lips sharing each other’s pussy juices taste, she whispered in my ear, “would you like to share my husband’s cock with me, I hope your friend David, doesn’t mind us doing it in his bar?”I whispered back, “don’t worry about him, he is OK with it”David was already busy closing his bar out after he locked the. It's all tied up with two minutes to go!" She was looking at her phone."Holy shit, they had a fumble!" Karen was yelling."Who recovered? Who got the damned ball!" I screamed."The other team!" She was almost dancing.My wife sat there with a shit eating grin. Sharon loves to win. She especially loves to beat me! She was in her glory."Touchdown!" Karen was jumping up and down."They're kicking off. He's not calling for a fair catch. He's got the ball. He FUMBLED THE DAMN BALL!...The other team. "I shook my head in amazement. "Why would you do something like that?"She smiled, "Why not? Anyway, what you do is take these books home with you and leave them on the kitchen table. Then get out of the house so Sam will be alone with them for an hour or so. When you get home and he asks you what they are tell him that I came over to ask your advice about what I should do. Sam thinks I'm a slut anyway so he won't even question it." What good will that do? I asked."It will plant the idea in his. I started to ease my skirt up when another voice interrupted, 'Please Uncle, let me'.He was just a boy and he was shaking, their obsession with blond European females, was legend, and this boy clearly wanted to take advantage of his uncles power.He looked at me, nodded and asked if would indulge his naive nephew, who had knelt at my knee, waiting my answer.All the other men sitting were clearly excited, only my work friend kept her head bent, not daring to look me in the eyes.Finally I just.