‘Alright, here’s the play, eagle run, left!’ He yelled hoping a deep pass play would catch the other team off guard. ‘BREAK!’ The Mavericks ...elled as they ran to the line of scrimmage. The California Wilddogs were playing their best game in the last ten years and were on the way to beating the top team in the nation. They too couldn’t believe the lousy game Dave was having. ‘RUN’ The big black captain of the Wildcats yelled out when he saw the Mavericks formation. ‘RUN’ He yelled again,. " Now moving his hand dangerously close to her vagina he whispered, "Phyllis, are you getting wet, I could swear that I can smell your arousal!?!" This couldn't be happening to her, a sharp career woman just sitting there and letting a total stranger feel her up and to top that off ask her the most intimate of questions, but for some reason she couldn't resist him, and in a small voice she offered, "Y-yes, I'm very wet, I can't seem to help it!!!" With only inches to go, and sweat breaking out. I gave a light swing and tapped her left breast with my right hand before I grabbed both at the same time and squeezed them hard. Sara gasped then took a deep breath in. I felt like she was definitely interested in more of the rough side as she reacted by trying to bounce more on my cock. I began to thrust more and more, continuing to play with her tits. She moved her hands through her hair, then down her body to cover my hands for a moment. Soon she abandoned that position, with one hand. Then a week went by before I was over. This time I stayed the night and the next morning my buddy had to work early and was gone. It was just me, Marge and her husband. "Well so I understand ole Marge made a man of you last week." Marge's husband Paul said to me as he lifted Marge's little shirt exposing her tits. I stood silent not sure where this was heading or how he found out I banged his wife. Marge flipped her shirt off and knelt down and pulled Paul's little fat dick from his shorts.