Elizabeth would circle my chair. Beth would then stop in front of me. Beth’s hands placed firmly on her hips, leaning slightly forward. Then Elizabe...h would make her point or counter argument. Finally Beth would stand straight and give her head a little toss. When she did, I often had the urge to grab Beth and kiss her mouth. Not to silence her mind you, but just because Beth was so damn stubborn…and pretty. We seldom agreed about politics and most often agreed to disagree. We wanted the same. When I came across home, Loney was slamming me on the helmet and back, hollering, "You said you would drive me in, and that was as good as it gets."The rest of the game was anti-climatic as we scored a few more and Detroit scored a couple, but the final of seven to two was decisive. It was a 'Holy Shit', or would that be an 'Oh Boy' moment?I sat in the clubhouse with a bunch of food on a plate, stuffing it into my mouth while my teammates were toasting each other with beer. I had that satisfied. With that he started to feel extremely horny, his cock growing rapidly and hoped it pleased his Mistress.Suddenly he felt someone on the bed and he could small the hint of perfume he had noticed briefly before his senses were overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events. Before he could realise he felt Mistresses pussy being lowered onto his face, and on sticking out his tongue he was quickly able to locate Mistress Naomi’s clitoris. He knew that this wasn’t by accident and he started to lick away. Mat grabs handfuls of her skirt, her ass on his lap, Abby pulling off his t-shirt and digging her fingertips into his skin.“You’re spoiled, you know that?” Mat says. He’s said this before, and it is true. He can’t help but give in to her. She nods, bottom lip dragging along his chin.“Give me what I want,” she breathes, and Mat immediately flips them over, turning so she’s beneath him on the bed, and in that instant, Abby loses her assertiveness. Mat’s strong, all too capable body above her.