"Let's make this interesting. What do I get if I make the shot?" "What, you need incentive beyond the glory of the win?" Lily shrugged. "You might sti...l make it even if I miss." She gave him her best sexy smile, wondering if he could see the way her eyes were glinting even though they were covered up by the pink contacts. "We'd still win... but what do I get if I make the shot and get all the glory?" "Come on you two, hurry up," complained the witch on the other team. "We're talking strategy. Oh Betty, I'm so sorry!" Betty took the towels. "No, Archie, it's my fault. Don't worry." She went into his bathroom and locked the door. Archie rushed over to the keyhole and began to watch her peel off the coke-stained garments. Once she was naked, she bent down and turned on the shower. Archie knew he had to find a way to get in there. This opportunity was too good to pass up. He quickly stripped down and then picked the lock. "Betty, I brought you some pajamas to wear." "Archie. Louise!" she though, he's practically about to bust a zipper. "What's got him so excited?" she said to herself. The answer to her question came to her as she was putting her phone in her purse. Looking down she noticed that her "high beams" were on big time. "Shit, he must've seen me coming in. Oh well." Her cheeks reddened as they greeted and hugged one another. At their booth, the two were approached by the waiter. He asked what they could get started with and mentioned that Happy Hour. I hadn't thought of lube and I knew I'd need some so I went to her kitchen where I'd seen some olive oil on her counter, I grabbed it and returned to find her sitting there waiting for the first real man she had since she been with the loser. I roughly bent her over the sofa and without bothering to undress her I merely pulled her tiny panties to the side and began to massage the oil into her pink , wrinkly asshole. She was so hot she kept pressing her ass back to meet my oiled finger."You know.