"There was a general chorus of agreement with his suggestion, so it seemed to be unanimous."All right, will the person who put their names in the box ...raise their hand?" said Kari.Not surprisingly, it was Lissa. "Until now I still wasn't sure if Dad really accepted Alya," she explained. "I knew I had to do something to get them to like each other, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity." Because you knew how good she is in bed and figured that once I slept with her I'd never be able to. I walked into a big building full of big unshaded windows. “Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Fuller about a job.” The brainy looking baggy clothes wearing woman looked up from the book she was reading. “Right up those stairs, or the elevator if you prefer to the 31st floor.” I choose the elevator where I saw another woman who was wearing baggy clothes. It seemed like none of the women here had fashion sense. “What floor?” asked a handsome twenty something brown hair blue eyed guy. “31st, please.” I. .aware of nothing but the sensations flooding through her body as she clasped their heads tightly to her breasts and her hips came up off the bench to meet their thrusting fingers. As her orgasm slowly subsided, she felt the two men pull their hands away from her pussy, then raise their heads from her now-aching breasts. "Nooooooooo," she moaned, "I want more..." The two men stood up, then turned to face her again. They each stretched a hand out to her, and she lifted her hands to. He didn’t know what she thought or felt but he saw the fascination and excitement in her face. ‘If you want me, you’re going to have to fight for me now,’ he heard her taunting and goading him into action–doing that which he had fought against doing his whole life in the spirit of civility–until he was enraged with a new kind of lust. He didn’t care how many times he got hit or how hard for that matter, since he knew it would heal and he’d doggedly pursue his opponent until he couldn’t fight.