Grilled cheese, with sprinkles of powdered sugar, and what looked like home-made chocolate chip cookies. She had put some thought and effort into this...lunch instead of just throwing some lunch meat between slices of bread. She sat across the table from me as I ate, and continued the inquisitive questioning she had begun in the yard. It seemed like she wanted to know everything about me. I asked if I could have a drink, and she got up to pour a glass of milk, apologizing that she had forgotten. Jan can I borrow Mike?”Jan was puzzled and she replied, “What for, Sally?”“I am aching for a fuck, and Jim can’t. So I want Mike's cock.”Jan smiled. “What are friends for? Mike you have my permission to fuck Jan.”Mike was still undressed and he pulled his cock from the thong. “Yes please, thank you, Jan.”Sally pulled off her top revealing her tits; she hitched up her skirt and pulled down her knickers. She then lent forward over the kitchen table, her legs spread wide.Mike was hard and he. One was a cornerback on the football team, and when his balance, speed, and agility increased, he told the coach it was from taking dance class. He came in one night, observed, and soon almost every one on the team was a student, even a few of the coaches. The team got the nickname ‘Dancing Fools Of Central High’, we even performed routines with the cheerleaders during halftime. People laughed, but we won enough games to make the playoffs three years running, and once we won the state title for. I said , I'm coming to bed too. so it's the wall she said..I'll scream a little louder so you can hear ...We all went into our rooms. My wife left the door slightly open , I could see a little light coming from the bed side lamp coming down the hall. I laid down and listened ...I could hear talking but couldn't make out what they where saying. Then I heard the rhythm of the bed...my wife was letting out soft moans. I fell asleep to the sound of her being fucked. Saturday morning I got up first.