She grabbed a pillow and then another and climbed on top of them. She placed the pillow right against her clit and started humping it. Oh she liked hu...ping her pussy with pillows so bad. She pinched her big brown nipples till they hurt and kept grinding the pillow, her eyes closed and reliving the video of herself dry-humping, her body grinding the pillow, her tits jumping up and down, her legs spread apart, her pillow covered with white stickiness. As she kept humping the pillows more and. " I ... well, let me start by telling you a story. When I was about four,I found my mom's wedding pictures. I thought she looked so beautiful,and I hoped that when I grew up I'd be as pretty as her on my weddingday." What?" Let me finish. I watched some show that had a wedding, so I startedpracticing my walk down the aisle. I'd sing 'here comes the bride" as Islowly walked, pretending there was a long train behind me." You imagined yourself as the bride?" Uh huh. I was so sure of that part.. At that time they had just about stopped the swapping scene, but she told me which of their friends they had swapped with – couples I’d met at parties etc. and had no idea. But some of the flirty half passes some of the men had made at me now fitted in with what I now knew. Whether she was aware of it or not some of her confessions, made me quite hot. Like when she told me she’d fucked Paul’s father regularly since she was engaged and my own father in law too. Not only that but both men had. But before the game, the pitching coach's mind was wandering southward, fifty miles or so to the little city of Wooster. Arlie knew that on this very Friday night, Alissa Munger was flying eastward from her Central California home, heading for the two-day class reunion in the old hometown.And on Sunday afternoon, Arlie would be leaving this ballpark, no later, he hoped, than four o'clock, and driving the car he'd already rented to Wooster. He'd managed to make contact with one of the organizers.