"You need a mixer," Kristen said."Yeah," I agreed. "We've never seen good ones in the second hand shops, though."Kristen put down her guitar and left ...the studio for a moment. She returned less than a minute later."Where did you go?" I asked."I needed to fetch something."I looked at Kristen, and only saw a guitar pick in her hand. "A pick?"Kristen smiled. "Nah. A surprise." She picked up her guitar and started picking a song, stopping a few times to tighten or loosen her strings slightly to get. I wasn't sure what do you mean by dress up? He said we make a bet and the loser gets some sexy lingerie of moms and takes care of the winner. I was kind of excited thinking to my self either way could be fun. I said OK what is the bet 1 quarter of football highest score wins. OK.We started playing but I couldn't stop watching the porn before I knew it Tim had already scored it 7-0 I was driving the ball down the field quickly when I threw an interception Tim ran it all the way back with. She wiped her face with her sleeve and said, "It's time you fuck me." Who was I to disagree. I pulled her from the floor and lifted her up onto the closest washing machine. Beth pulled off her own panties and threw them in the air. I positioned myself between her legs and pushed my cock all the way into her, in one motion. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she groaned. She was so loud that it seemed funny when she said, "Shhhhh, don't make any noise." Whatever, she was the one. Worried I would gag on him (and every time I thought I might gag, I did), which would mean I might hurt him with my teeth, I went as slow and gentle as I could. I liked his taste. He almost didn’t taste at all. He was clean and… neutral… and … I liked having him in my mouth. It felt right. I began to realise that if I flicked my tongue just so, he would give out a large sigh. Instinct told me he liked that, and so, with one hand supporting my own weight, the other wrapped around his bulk, I.