I assumed it was Marc's, which it was. I decided not to enter my house through the garage so as not to surprise them. I wanted to see if my wife was b...llshitting me with her sexual escapade talk.As I entered the house from the main entranceway, I heard music from the great room, as well as the sound of bed springs coming from the second guest room. I almost tip-toed to the open door so to not surprise anyone. As I got closer, I could hear a man's groans, the sound of bed springs, and the sound. Lulu Belle, Abe’s wife, made big plans to invite kin and neighbors to have a party that no one would fergit.It would be sort of like a church potluck cause differnt folks would bring differnt things. She worked out a plan for vittles and beer and shine. As it developed, only two of the half-dozen men were gonna bring their wimmen.This was a big fucking deal and everybody got pretty lit on the booze watchin this game in a city way bigger than they could even imagine. Then when the half-time came. “If you need to.” I felt shocked that I was saying these words, but I had to please Azra. “You can fuck me. You can take my pussy virginity.”“I think I just might at that,” groaned Azra. Her futa-dick pressed against my pussy lips and slid up and down my folds. “The others can enjoy the cutie.”“They will,” I moaned, so eager to please this futa. I had to do a good job. I licked up some more cum dribbling down my face. “Fuck me! Plunge that cock into me!”Azra thrust hard into my pussy.I gasped. "Sorry, but I'll better be off," she smiled, "thank you for earlier, for you know not telling on me, if you want I came back another time and we can talk again." Sure," I said, it looks like the latest euphemism for a bit of tit fondling is 'Have a Talk'. I watched her walk away and had to adjust my shorts to get comfortable.I wasn't expecting much, but any day you get a new pair of tits in your hands, is a good day; anyway that's what I think. Thinking about Bridge I don't know what class.