’ While she spoke, Bridget’s fingers stroked the back of Sian’s neck and their bodies pressed lightly together. Although her teammates could hea...r what Bridget was saying, from across the field it looked like two lovers having an intimate moment. ‘Are you sure, Bridge? This could get around and give people the wrong idea,’ Sian was concerned for her friend even though she loved the willingness to stick her neck out. Kissing her once more, Bridget made it clear that she was committed. ‘Win the. He did, and she promptly bent over and took his cock back into her mouth. He moaned, giving in to the pleasure this time, resting an encouraging hand lightly on the back of her head. She stroked him with one hand as her mouth bobbed up and down his cock. She was much better at this than his wife was, that was for certain. All too soon, perhaps because of the novelty of the situation, he felt orgasm trembling its way through him and he made her stop. He picked her up easily by the waist and lay. “Was that old geezer really hurt or was that part of it?” I demanded of Melody, who was sent after me to calm me down. She had her arms crossed and wore her ‘Mrs. Huxtable’ expression, as we call it when she can’t hear us. That expression means she’s not taking your shit right now, and it has been passed on from black mothers to their daughters since time immemorial, getting scarier with each new generation.“Don’t yell at me. I had a perfectly horrible afternoon as well. I nearly kill a priest,. I laughed and said, was it necessary? She smiled.While we were seating and talking i grabbed her hands and started rubbing them and then all of a sudden i pulled her to myself and kissed her deeply on her lips. She did not protest and reciprocated my advances and that gave me the courage to go further. While our kiss lasted for just a few minutes my hands had started exploring her chest mounds, while listening to her hissing sounds.I pushed her aside and asked her to strip. She was reluctant.