She grabbed my hips, and started moving them this way and that. She controlled my hips, and told me this was the movement that made great dancers and...lovers. She took my hand, and started twirling me, showing me what the moves of the hustle were. The music was blaring, the beat was throbbing, and that wasn’t the only thing that began to throb. I was touching this hot woman, and I couldn’t control it. Damn, I had to think about baseball a lot to keep my hard on from becoming obvious. Just. My bet was she hadn't. She might even have been a virgin last year, until...I didn't like to think about that at all. "Anyway, it's not up to mere mortals like us. It's the football team's prerogative. That means I'm safe," I assured myself aloud. "I don't even know anyone on the football team." Do, too," Missy panted."Who?" Then I remembered. "Oh, yeah, that's right. Matt Mozilla. But he's just on the committee."In spite of her lack of wind from the jog, Missy sent a hooted, "MONGOOOOH!". Dad said, “Son, you should have warned us better. She is gorgeous, seems to have a real personality, too. I think you should try to hang on to this one.”“Dad, she’s the first one who was worth hanging on to and I have that plan.” We all went into their room and sat in the sitting area that was there.Mom said, “We’re going to take you two to dinner tonight.”Agnes grinned, “You mean in public?”Dad said, “Is that a problem?”“I didn’t bring Eric’s bib.” She said it with a totally dead pan look and. My hips would pull back, pulling partially out of Beth, only to be slammed back in on Tammy’s next ferocious thrust. It suddenly got louder in the room as Chrissy reached for the Sybian’s controls, turning the knob to the highest setting. This action was mirrored by Tammy, as she adjusted her own speed control, increasing the vibrations in my ass that travelled down my cock and into Beth’s own pliable asshole. All of us were moaning and grunting as each successive thrust brought us closer to a.