Men and women were cooking hot dogs and chili. The coals were sizzling. The air was filled with excitement and laughter. People had come before noon f...or the 4:00 game and a few were already pretty drunk. As G2 passed a truck with a crowd of men and women, he couldn’t help but turn toward the smells and grill. His step must have hesitated because in a moment he felt a hand on his arm. He turned, startled, to look into the face of a man whose eyes were bleary with drink. G2 was prepared to run as. The fact that Jeremy was well-off, and money was no problem for him, I am sure also aided his extraordinary hit rate.I once asked him if he hadn’t ever come a cropper, due to his self-assured salaciousness, to which he replied that the infrequent roughing up he had endured, was well worth the overall success he had enjoyed.Jeremy’s predilection for rough skanky guys always intrigued me, and from the stories he told me, I began to wonder if my prissiness wasn’t an encumbrance to more, holistic. We kissed, almost frantic with shared lust, hands roaming over each other, her fingers teasing between my thighs, until I thought she might forget and bring me off, while I slipping inside of her own dripping sex. I almost howled with frustration when she abandoned my cunt.I pushed it aside, concentrating on her, instead. I wanted to taste her so badly, to drive my tongue deep inside of her and let her juices soak my face, I wanted to please her, to push her to the edge, over and over as she. FUCK you! she snarled. Thats what you like, isnt it?! For me to act like a fucking whore! Well, just lie back and let me suck your dick like a twenty dollar streetwalker in some filthy back alley! With a sudden flash of insight, Eric understood. This was one of Kimis games. A new game. He watched her slurping on his cock hungrily for a few moments, thinking about how to respond. Abruptly, he reached down and grabbed her by the knot of her ponytail, and yanked her violently toward his cock. With.