On the way Dale took me in between these two buildings that was like a block away from my house. He started kissing my neck and fondling my breasts. I...was aroused at once. My panties were damp now. Moans escaped my lips quite often. Dale got off by my moans. I felt him get hard really quick. He surprised me by just stopping. His hands dropped and he stopped kissing my neck. What the hell?We started walking again to my house. When we got there I reached for my keys and unlocked my door. Dale. ? She gripped him more tightly. ?This is MY prick. Mine. Don’t you ever, ever forget it.? He could only nod. ?If I want to suck on my prick like a baby suckles on a breast for mother’s milk, I will do so. Any time, any way I want. Is that understood?? He nodded again. ?And I definitely want to do so now.? She paused and held his eyes with hers to make sure he got the message. ?And slave, my prick better be able to produce the nourishment I. "On the very first play from scrimmage, Kyle was on the line and with the snap of the ball, took off for the end zone. Jason threw the ball as hard as he could down the center of the field and watched as Kyle flew past the defender and the slowed to await the arrival of the pass. Ten yards later and Kyle had made the first score of the game. The noise of the crowd was louder than he had heard at any previous game and the high fives that he received from his teammates nearly drew a flag from the. It was a cool, hip place, filled with 20 and 30 somethings. But we were looking good, having worked out for the past several months, and we fit right in. The vibe was good, the energy between us was right, and the open and frank discussions with the ther****t had really helped us start to say some things to each other that had remained unspoken for years. My wife looked gorgeous as always, her long blonde hair worn in a ponytail over a tight fitting white button down shirt and dark blue Pepe.