Then I peeked around the corner. There I saw my sexy Ana sprawled out on the big sofa with her date Hugh's face buried between her smooth thighs. My w...ife’s tanned long legs were propped up over Hugh's muscular shoulders. There was just enough light to see him shoving three fingers in and out of Anita's dripping wet snatch, while he masterfully pulled and tugged on her engorged clit with his tongue, lips and teeth. My sensual wife was squirming and bucking; as she tried to grab the back of her. Driving back to the practice field she and parked next to a car with a guy who appeared to be asleep. Getting out of her car and walking back to the locker room she was muttering under her breath about how her coach had better make it up somehow. Waking to the locker room she found it open and put the little doorstop in. Looking around she found the bag of balls and jerseys in the office. Pulling out her phone she texted her coach saying that she had found them. Just after she hit send she felt. The foreskin still covered the head and out of habit, Jason took his cock in his hand and stripped the foreskin back off the purple-tinged head. Heather was frozen in place. Jason had just exposed himself to her and she could not keep from staring at his cock. Jason flopped back down on the sofa, kicking off his pants and shorts, and spreading his legs. Come over here, he said again, and kneel down between my legs. Heather responded in slow motion to his command, positioning herself in front. "Come on Brandi, this is one of the easy ones. You're not even drunk yet, and when they get drunk you know that's when they're gonna start playing hard ball." Her friend Candace coached her from her right, but all Brandi could think about was Jack staring at her and the question she had to answer. She nervously stroked her wavy brown hair. She had gotten highlights last week. They looked good. Brandi started to drift away, thinking about her hair, floating away from this awful game. Then she.