She was wearing a frock-length gown and looked very hot in it.After a while, I again continued my ‘job’ and I could again feel the tension buildin... up. This was my moment. When the milf was on the peak, I kept my hand on her lap and straightaway asked –Me: Do you like it?She: Excuse me!Me: I noticed you fingering in the washroom. (She was stunned.)She: How..? How is that even possible?!Me: It is possible and I’ve done it. So stop acting and answer me.She: Bet you don’t have a video or any such. I checked my makeupand reapplied my lipstick. I made sure I looked ok before I left. Ifigured if I was going to let one of my best friends see me like this, Ididn't want to look like total crap.I made my way out of the stadium and started to walk towards the areaMichael said he was parked in. I only saw about 15 cards in that area. Icould see Michael sitting on the hood of his car with his feet on thefront bumper. He was wearing jeans, his old school Phillies powder bluejersey and a matching. Her nipples were showing thru her top, she seemed horny or something tonight.” “I noticed that,” she gobbled his rod between sentences. “She really is hot as hell,” slurp, slurp, slurp. “Do you fantasize about fucking her? Because I do.” Her lips made a popping sound as she pulled his cock out of her mouth, then immediately pushed it back in, establishing suction again, and repeating the process. “Do you think Sierra is fucking her right now?” With that question, he lost control and nutted. I'm telling you that I, Tom Ferguson, in my opinion, think you aren't much better than Sam and Roger and Keith. That you use coercion to get the others to do what you want." I held her eyes. "Including sex."She started to turn away, and I called after her. "Tell me Janey, why did Sue Ellen quit the squad?"She glanced back at me, but stopped. "Her grades were hurting. Tony, the squad, school, she was having trouble keeping up." She looked at me. "Her parents would have made her quit if her.