As he was getting up,Harold heard some little kid singing, "I see Paris, I see France,"causing him to blush even more. He was embarrassed but otherwis...e unhurt.The cold bottle of water someone handed him almost made his fall worthit.As with any good dance group the girls held their pace until Heather wasready to march. "Boy, you sure gave all the boys a great show Heather.You all right?" Gwen asked."Yeah, just friggin fine," he muttered still blushing.As they reached the finish line, the boys. I was not participating in this conversation and neither of them asked my opinion. It seemed a foregone conclusion that she would strip and put out for a small group of these guys as soon as arrangements could be made. And the question of where the event would take place was settled when they agreed that our home would be best. Very nice, I thought. Would they be fucking her on our bed or on the living room floor? We had now been married for less than 3 months. While I would have preferred to. Mrs Smith looked at me and just felt so bad. She apologized over and over and told me to wait. She went upstairs to give me a towel to cover my stuff while she gets another ice pack since the bruise was much bigger than we thought. When she came back I slid my pants lower with the towel covering my cock. She puts both the ice pack while wrapping it with one of those ace bandage. As she began wrapping the ice pack I could not help but look down her blouse. It appears that a button may have. Alright he backed up and slid out of me. He moved the clothes I had set out from the bed to the top of my dresser and layed down. I climbed on the bed and moved over him, my knees on each side of him. His dick was hard again , moving myself over it, I held it up and lower myself onto him. Feeling him enter me again. He groaned as I started rocking myself forward and back on it. I closed my eyes as I started to pick up some speed, he put his hands on my sides and moved them up and down over my.