But it will be much more enjoyable if you first read “Booster Club Slut in the Making - Part One” and “Booster Club Slut in Action - Part Two”... which will give you the details of our situation and provide a context for this part. However, the next five paragraphs should give you at least a cursory idea of what has happened previously in Parts One and Two.Parts One and Two Summary:My name is Jennifer, and my husband Ed and I moved back to my home town of Marietta, Georgia when I was forty years. They were in a face off between a farmer and his three sons, and even though the farmers outnumbered the soldiers, there was no way they were a match for them. They were only one more than the soldiers, armed with farm tools — no matter how sharp — and while they were clearly accustomed to using those tools, they weren’t primarily fighters. And the soldiers were. Lyana stayed off to the side, holding her breath, wondering if there was a way to keep the farmers from seeing what was happening…. I pushed into her again a little faster and harder and I felt her stiffen slightly as my balls slapped against her butt. There was no holding me back now. I started sliding in and out of her faster and faster and harder and harder. I could see the intensity building on her face. I knew she was beginning to feel the coupling of our bodies as we became one. I felt her legs tighten around my waist and I felt her whole body begin to stiffen. I was now grateful I had cum earlier so I had the. Most guys were from my job, and I knew them. So early on I got a beer, because I was on call that weekend and had my pager. If you showed up even mildly drunk at a customer location, your job went away on the spot. So with beers I could take a few without being blasted due to my fast metabolism. While sucking down a beer, I was standing next to a passageway and could hear 2 women talking on the other side. I ducked my head arouned the corner and saw them. One was about 5-1, short but thick hair.