" I think he missed it on purpose," Lauren said after a while."Why? What's wrong with him? We need that basket. See? They're calling a time-out. I thi...nk George Lamont is going to beat the crap out of your guy." I think it's about fair game," Lauren said slowly. "Yeah, I know it doesn't exist in the NBA." Fuck fair game," Jimmy said angrily. "They need this fucking basket, they need this fucking game!"Lauren saw the head coach sticking his finger at Rick's nose, and then waving his hands as he. I was as hard as a rock. I told her to follow me upstairs, she did and when we got to the bedroom I sat her on the edge of the bed, parted her large chubby thighs and began to lick the outside of her flaps, continuing to finger her wet box. She said she was going to feel like she did before, in other words she was coming, I licked her clit to another easy orgasm.I stood up and she stroked my cock thru my pants, I told her to undress me, she opened my pants and pulled them down, I told her to. “What”; I asked.“Yes, 40,000 rupees to spend the night with me.”; he affirmed confidently.“Excuse me!” I pretended to be offended. “Do I look like a prostitute to you?”“No, but I am bored, you are bored. You are clearly feeling turned on so why don’t you say yes, and make some money from the evening?” he coolly stated.I was dumbfounded. Yes, I was turned on. Turned on by his confidence and his audacity. Turned on by the fact that I was being make an offer to be a prostitute for a night. Now, as. She had gasped as well at the thickness of him in erection. Nothing special in the length, but the thickness took her breath away. His hands, rough, but glorious to the touch, were high on her inner thighs, stroking her lightly, causing her to open her thighs even wider for him and to whisper, ‘Quickly, quickly, please,’ desire challenging reality, even though the extraordinary thickness of him frightened her—and brought forth the memory of the lesser-endowed Neal rushing her too fast, taxing.