Gold Roper had the Flock write the paper of one of the most heretical views they had arrived at. The 'big ship' was an idea past its prime. Gold Roper... could not fault the argument, emotionally could not accept it but passed it on to his peers without comment. The response was deafening in its silence – a sure measure of the thought being given to it.The killer of ships was the projectile; in the days of wooden shop there was fire as well but fire was most often secondary to the projectile. The. Ben rolled to the side, off of Gwen. His cock left her cunt, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness in her that she didn’t like and left him with a coolness and freedom around his cock that he didn’t enjoy. He lay her her side and the two of them stared up at the ceiling as the sweat cooled from their bodies and they slowly managed to regain their breaths.“That…” Ben began but didn’t finish. His brain just wasn’t working. He had forgotten all the words he ever knew.“…Yeah.” Gwen agreed. She. ”“But Jason’s a guard, he’s never run the ball in his life.”“Not quite true, but he is a fast pulling guard and heavier than most backs. He also played tailback for me in junior high before he went through a growth spurt.”At this point, there was a loud cheer from the stands. Expecting to find out Dothan had scored again they were pleased to find Dothan had fumbled the ball instead. It was now the Mustang’s ball, starting on their own twelve yard line. Those cheers turned to confused silence as. “Shut up long enough to hear me, bitch. We can’t fuck you and Snake will not let us kill you, but you are about to find out what it is like to snack on about fifteen cunts after we have a little more fun.” She looked to one of the other women, “Bring that belt over here,: she was brought a long leather belt which she doubled over and slapped me across my lower belly, then my tits and then began beating my entire body until I was red and bruised. I can’t even describe the level of pain I was.