Deepthroat asslicking It was an unusually warm evening in late October. The Santa Ana winds had blown most of the day! The afternoon temperature was in the low nineties. We were having another one of those wild football after parties, this time at Larry and Cindy’s house. State was now 7-0 and tabbed to win the league championship and qualify for a bowl berth.
Deepthroat asslicking It was nearly 1:00 am and we were all nearly stoned on margaritas. Larry kept the punch bowl filled with his homemade margaritas all night. We had all been out of college 20 years, except for Cindy, and, Karen, my wife. They were three years behind the rest of us. All of us had been college sweethearts, marrying soon after graduation. We all had teenage children. There were a minimum of ten couples who routinely showed up at the games and parties, sometimes twelve if they all came. We had a block of season tickets on the fifty-yard line, and at half-court for basketball.
Deepthroat asslicking We also had basketball after parties. We had been doing this as a group for years. We rotated houses and hosts, so everyone had an opportunity to show their hosting and culinary skills. Cindy was an extraordinary culinary, and her Mexican buffet that night kept us all from going under the table.
Deepthroat asslicking Karen and Cindy were classmates and lifelong friends from the fifth grade all the way through graduation from State. The four of us did a lot of things together, even several vacations and camping trips with the kids. Larry was one of my best friends. Cindy always seemed attracted to me. It was, indeed, flattering. From time-to-time she would say subtle things to let me know. She would seek me out to dance, or for conversation, or sit or stand next to me when we were in group situations, frequently finding ways to touch my hand, arm or back.
