"The starting bell rang and the contestant took a small run and hurledthe spear. It reached it peak and began its descent embedding itselffirmly into ...the parched grass."That was close," informed the commentator. "Just eighty centimetresfrom the target. This places him in second position."He walked back to the starting position and concentrated on the task.The bell rang, signalling his second attempt and the final shot of thecontest. He took a slight run and a launched the spear into the air.. Fucking her cunt with those two fingers as deep and hard as I could, her breathing coming ragged and fast, her hips bucking against my hand, occasionally kissing me with her incredibly soft (pierced) tongue in my mouth (with apologies to JM – “one pair of candy lips and her bubblegum tongue”), her hand on my upper arm, guiding me, urging me on.I made a point just now of saying which fingers I had inside her, because after a few minutes of those fingers driving into her pussy I made a slight. ’ I placed both my hands on either of her legs and pulled myself in, nestling my body between her thighs. I wrapped my hands around her waist and kissed her belly button. She breathed heavily and placed a hand on the back of my head. Her eyes rolled back and she let out a little moan as she bit her lip. I could feel that she was hesitating, not allowing herself to let go but I couldn’t figure out why. ‘Come on,’ I kissed her belly button again, ‘just because I’m not gay doesn’t mean I’m not. Whereas Nick was a bit fleshy, Justin was blessed with the body of a modern-day adonis. Having Nick in the bedroom sound asleep was convenient as I popped in the video. I must have watched "Tearin' Up My Heart" for the one millionth time. Still, it never got old. I had the volume turned down. I could care less about his talent or lack thereof. Honestly, I found his voice annoying. I could never listen to him sing without cringing in pain. I hated his voice that much. If I had to choose a.