We surged together quite slowly as she began to lubricate.“Indeed,” she sighed with a small laugh in her throat, “indeed, but never one like, oh...my lord.” She rolled to her elbows and knees and I was right behind her, our bodies tightly joined even though I had barely penetrated, just three inches or so.I rose, held her hips and drilled her, full force, to the very hilt, ramrod deep. She grunted and we began to move in concert, to and fro, in and just more deeply inward, ram and recoil, ram and. Not just a smile, but an impish grin that implies she knows more than I do. The third time my wife returns to the table, she makes her stop to talk to Megan, and they look different this time, almost even more suspicious, and I hear over the music say something to the effect of "so hot right now...".The concert was good, and is almost done, when my wife returns to the table, and seems oddly excited this time. She goes to Megan, whispers something in her ear, and they give each other a high. ”“Good girl! Jog to the training room and have Alex look at it you before you try tumbling and stunts.”“Yes, Coach. Natasha,” she caught herself, then jogged off the field. When she got to Alex's spot, the door was locked, but hearing her music inside she knocked loudly on the door. After a few moments, Alex was at the door.“Just a minute!” She could hear muffled voices inside, definitely at least one guy. She opened the door looking flustered, her shirt half untucked, hair sloppy,. She had alluring Class! The world admired her, lusted her, not knowing that that lovely lady...wasn't!Marla had recently turned 40, yet appearing to be 30. Her dark flowing mane fell below her shoulders, her bubble butt filled her skirts and bounced just enough to grab attention. Marla's hips rolled like they were oiled pistons, shifting slow and steady. Her hems short enough to catch an eye, long enough to remain decent. She had it going on and she knew it!She had invested in her body, taking.