.. Alan Etheridge.”“You’re kidding me,” I laughed. “That guy is like half my size and as gentle as a lamb. He...”“Has a crush on that gi...l you were attacking,” she said. “So, he went after you like a bear protecting his cubs. Leave both of them alone. Stick to cheerleaders and other skanks. If anything happens to either of them, you don’t graduate. Even if someone else bothers them. You don’t graduate.That means you don’t go to the pros because you don’t get into a college. Every college I’ve. This was like giving him the green light; in no time at all I could make out his hands up her back, under the semi-transparent material of her top. But I could only make out one hand. Where was his other? I could only guess it was fondling her breast. I moved around the perimeter of the dance floor trying to get a better look at my wife and her dance partner. As they swayed from side to side in time with the slow music I could see her hand move slowly between his legs. It wasn’t long before it. I let myself into the house and made my way to the bedroom. As I climbed the stairs I could hear them going at it. The bed was squeaking and there was the unmistakable sound of Christine enjoying some stiff cock. I opened the bedroom door and was greeted by the two of them completely naked, Christine on her back legs spread wide open with him in between pounding away at her as hard as he could. Christine looked over to me but Nigel barely flinched - he was clearly concentrating on the job at. In retrospect, I didn’t want her to say she was horny from my touch. It would have been too weird considering who I was doing this with. The idea that it MIGHT be a turn-on to her was enough of a turn on to me.I was pretty shocked I was able to get away with doing this in the open at the pool and that she had not complained. I was enjoying the smoothness of her legs. Her pussy smelled very musky but not in a bad way. There was a tiny sliver of pussy dew dripping from her pussy onto her leg. I.