I came over the next day and my buddy was not home. Marge took another load from me quickly. 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. . Dave pulled out his driver but made the mistake of glancing around at the crowd to find his parents. He found them and Jennifer was standing beside them smiling at him. The minute he looked into her eyes, the guilt consumed his thoughts again and he struggled to get focused on his shot. It seemed as if the pressure of a major tournament had made him super-sensitive and provoked an expanding guilt-trip from meager facts. After his pre-shot routine, he stood over the ball and hit a big hook down. It sprang to full attention just a fraction from your face, as you gazed and stroked my cock you saw it was throbbing for you. I reached under your skirt and ran 2 fingers over your pussy. You shuddered again and then leaned down and engulfed my cock with your mouth. I pushed your panties aside and slipped in my 2 fingers all the way. Your wet pussy was so hot I could smell your heat. You reached over and pulled the lever to recline my seat. You rose up and said, much better. You then went back. Elaina wrapped her arms around his neck and her lips met his ear. She asked.” Do you want to fuck me Aaron?” She pulled away from him and turn her back walking away towards her bedroom she let her shirt slide down the rest of her arms and drop to the floor. She heard Aaron get up from the couch and follow her. She then reached her arms behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She let that fall to the floor too. Finally in the door way to her room she unbuttoned her pants slid then down her thighs.