My name is Shelly and I work in a data processing center in Minneapolis with 22 other women. The office Super Bowl party is a tradition that goes bac...k to before I started working there 6 years ago. Every year the entire office gets together for a ?girls only? Super Bowl party, and every year there are stupid bets made between ?the girls.? Someone ends up having to come to work with orange hair or in a football jersey of the winning team or with makeup in the winning teams colors or whatever. . It's Gary. I can overhear snatches of their conversation against the background of pop music videos being played on the TV screens suspended from the gym ceiling."Hi, I am Gary." Gar ee? Prevyet! Ya Vyera." Huh?" Menya ... sorry! I have been living abroad. Getting used to English again." That's why I have not seen you before! So, new member?" Er, well, Joe signed me in. He is my husband."She turns to find me and waves.I acknowledge her wave and Gary waves back. He looks disappointed. Was he. Immediately she reaches back with both hands to grab both cheeks to help him focus soling on her pleasure.“Fuck, that feels good,” she coos. “That is so different.”Chance smiles as he moves up to plant kisses up to her tailbone. It’s hard to believe she has never had someone lick her there before. Of course it’s odd that someone as good looking and athletic was still a virgin up until early this summer. He gently grazes a finger over her wet hole and then pushes the tip of it inside. Rory. The most popular one was we were going to New Orleans to back up the National Guard who was dealing with a riot. What was actually happening was, we were headed to meet the Russian ships at the blockade during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Due to the heat and cramped quarters, tempers flared and fights were common. You can’t crowd that many men together in a small space and not have some trouble. Later we developed a dysentery epidemic aboard ship that lasted two weeks. We were taken to a Puerto.