She looked at me with a mixture of confusion, surprise, and excitement. She lifted her eyebrows questioningly; she’d been talking to Jim all evening... and Tom had been flirting with me.I could see she wanted him, so I gave her a small nod of consent. She steered Tom past me and into her bedroom, her long legs and tight ass disappearing as she closed the door behind them with a soft thud of finality. My church going girlfriend was going to get it, and there was no more to say about that.I looked. ‘Ohhhh!!! Godddd!!!’ Marion groaned, wriggling her pelvis against the young man’s hand. She had no idea she’d get this lucky at the reception! Len was wonderful. ‘Godddd!!! Oh, Godddddd!!!’ Len wanted to make love with Mrs. Norris desperately, but wasn’t sure how to do that here in the garage. Making love on the dirty concrete floor was out. They were almost naked, and the yard was filled with people, so there was no way to get out of the garage and to the house, or anywhere else, for that. “That's a good Martina sissy?” The smell of so much of her ass makes his body burn and his cock turn to steel. Pre-cum bubbles up for the depths of his cock and he looks up at her. “Mistress. I'm getting close to cumming. I don't know how much longer I can last!” he moans out as pre-cum pools under his heavy balls.Samantha looks down at her sissy bitch and raises an eyebrow “So? How is that my problem? Beg me Martina. Convince me that you deserve to cum and maybe I might let you cum. Maybe...". Unexpectedly it was Judy Daitches, our centre forward, the rather boisterous clown of the team, always laughing and joking with everyone, and a bit inclined to have a drink too many when we got together in the pub after a game. I was in the library, finding Dryden’s poem Absalom and Achitophel a trifle hard going, and coming to the opinion that Dryden was a bit of a hypocrite if truth were told, when Judy Daitches sat down at my table, her usually animated face unusually serious. I was struck.