Three lay dead when I became conscious that Inigo's blade had fallen silent. I was facing three others another was trying to staunch the flow of blood... from a gash I had cut in his arm. I looked back to locate Inigo. I feared that he was dead. I feared that his killer was about to come up behind me.Instead, when I glanced over my shoulder, I found him sitting at a table, drinking from a whiskey bottle. He had mortally wounded his opponent."You son of a bitch," I screamed as my blade danced with. Only little rough around the edges screamed of his masculinity. He was wearing jeans, hiding the loud aspects of his body. His thighs rippled with each downward step on the stairs. His half sleeve shirt showed the manly biceps. His eyes were really identical to Ruby and hair too, which hung to his broad shoulders. Arthur being a self-claimed and certified straight jock, had never noticed the naked boys, even in the shower or the locker room, was now paying so much attention to the details of. . Oh fuck me ... Fucckkk meeeeeeeeeee! Oh yes!” It’s a non-stop ranting of passion, coming right from the deepest part of her pussy... “Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuckme fuckme fuckme...”From the side-angle we watch the dog standing over her, hindlegs bent a little, hindquarters angled so they are almost under her – fucking up rather than in – front legs around her belly, her titties jiggling – her fingers pinching at her nipples, face presses against a leather couch cushion. The dog with a dopey. Dinner had been great, and the fancy restaurant had given her the perfect excuse to buy an expensive green dress. Normally her parents would have objected, but it was the day after her collage graduation and getting them to open up the purse strings for a graduation gift was easy.“Did you have a good time tonight?” asked Brandon, her date.Tiffany smiled at him enticingly and brushed her deep red hair behind her ear. “Absolutely. I loooove French food.” She knew the square jawed jock was sure he.