You grab me by the hair and pull me over the side of the table. Sliding my nylons off of my ass, I shake in anticipation.You give my ass a good smack ...o keep it still, and another for moving. You slide your finger down to the willing tight hole and I give another quiver. Removing your hand I whimper in protest and you spread my legs and take a paddle hard to my pussy. I cry out as it stings me.I promise I will be a good girl and apologize, so you grab a little friend. You slide the butt plug. The third quarter started and I said that I would start stripping now, instead of waiting until the end of the game, if they would also strip as I did. There was hesitation on Carl’s part but my husband and Gerry agreed right away so Carl went along with the deal. I was wearing an Eagles football jersey with no bra, panties and jeans. I had never stripped before. So I started dancing around lifting up my jersey slightly exposing the bottom of my boobs, they were cheering me on telling me to. After we had both had our share I decided to try out my plan. I suddenly leaned against the table allowing him to see between my tits. If something in myself I'm proud of it's my tits. And well okay my butt too. I then leaned towards my chair while sucking on my index finger and slightly spreading my legs a little. He was beginning to blush. It excited me very much thinking how his cock was beginning to harden in his pants. Moving towards him I began rubbing his inner tight, while I gently. She was rewarded with slow grins appearing on their faces as they looked at her under her brother's arm.Their attention was then diverted by the pastor, followed by Raul, Bobby, and Scott entering from stage right. They took their places on the dais, looking expectantly towards the rear of the sanctuary.The girls exchanged knowing glances, as they all wordlessly observed that Bobby looked hot in his tuxedo.As Pete Riordan completed his usher duties by opening the doors at the back, the organist.