She got up to go potty and I noticed a wet spot in the back of her nightgown. The book must have got to her. I waited till she was finished then I too...k a turn to pee. I then purposely let the door ajar. I stood a little sideways and took out my cock. It was already slightly aroused and I shook it so that it could be seen through the mirror. I went ahead and peed. When finished, I shook it some more. As I turned, I heard footsteps leaving the doorway. I knew then she was peeking. When I got back. At one point we were invited to sit at a table, which we disparately needed. We talked for a while and the guy I was talking with happened to brush my tit with the back of his hand. He tried to make it seem like an accident, but we both knew different. If you know me I am very blunt and said, you trying to cop a feel? His reply was, "busted". I told him, just ask if you want. He replied, can I? I leaned forward with my arms on the table to let my tits hang below the edge. His hands were all. By the time this evening is over, you are gonna smell like pussy and your wife is gonna be swimming in cum. Are you ready?” I nodded as I sipped on the champagne. “You do remember that you will be blindfolded all evening. Until you are accepted in the group, they all wish to remain anonymous.” She whipped out a blindfold and tied it around my eyes as she gave me a deep kiss and another squeeze on my cock. The doorbell rang and our hosts went to greet the first of the six couples in the group.. He'd heard the stories of his supervisor's college football days longer than he could sometimes bear."A school? A school?" snarled Professor Vukovich, putting a heavy emphasis on the indefinite article. "The Moltke College Rifles went ten and two in Division IV-B in my sophomore year. Tough shit, though. One out of division game, and that was against Oklahoma. Man, if only I'd gotten the call off the bench."Richard laughed jovially. He'd looked up the story in one of the Moltke College.