Any snap of the finger meant the cunt was needed, the cunt served beer and snacks and worked as a urinal for each man so they would not have to miss a...ny time at the game, the cunt also sucked the cocks of the men as they required it, the cunts mouth was always very busy. The men would talk about the cunt and what a worthless pig cunt she is, they would remark on cunts tail and sometimes pull it in and out some or twist it, sometimes the men used their shoe to push the tail into cunts asshole. And…what…what you were doing…that…it felt nice.’ She blushed. ‘Rubbing my back, I mean.’ Frank found himself in a dilemma. He was alone in his sister’s house with a very attractive, vulnerable woman and he had a raging hard-on. Nora said she liked it when he rubbed her back, but she was facing him now, so he couldn’t do that. Instead, he began stroking her arm. Nora smiled softly, closed her eyes, and let her head fall back. ‘That does feel nice,’ she murmured. ‘It’s certainly helping me calm. Dave and his father lined up his putt and talked about the slight right to left break. When they were both happy with the line, Dave stood over the putt and stoked the ball smoothly. The ball rolled towards the right side of the hole and held the line for a long time until it suddenly caught the top lip of the hole and dropped in. Dave mentally said, "Good start, Dave!" but on the outside he looked almost emotionless as he confidently walked to the hole and pulled his ball from the cup. He. ‘She’s…she’s not yours.’ ‘Think of it more like borrowing,’ I told him. ‘I’m borrowing her for the night and loaning her to you. Try me. Pick a girl out from the restaurant, any girl it doesn’t matter. Point her out to me.’ ‘What?’ Carlos shared a look with Brandon. I could tell they were thinking me unwell at that point. I was getting a little frustrated. I was tired of explaining. ‘Just do it. Pick someone.’ ‘Okay Steve, calm down,’ Carlos said. He looked around the restaurant and a girl.