Whitney confidently sank both her foul shots just before the end of the first half.“I don’t understand what was going on out there,” I said as D...ave drove us home from the game. “That boy is violent. He didn’t want Whitney on the team in the first place. I thought they had a truce of some sort the past few games but I don’t understand why he’d just punch out a player on the court. I don’t think Whitney was involved but it happened right after that foul. Basketball is too rough a sport. It was. Sometime around about 1940, there was a sort of revolution in Germany, and a political party called the Nazis took over. A faction of the party was fascinated by the occult, and they began to try to bring demons and other evil spirits into the world to work for them in their ambition of world conquest. After some years of effort, they achieved their goal and opened a channel to Hell.“The evil ones poured through the gateway, and quickly overwhelmed the Nazis. Not long after that, they conquered. He backed up a couple of steps but found he was dragging me along with him, because I wouldn't let go of his dick. Spit was dripping from my mouth. I was enjoying every stroke of him slipping around in my mouth. I kicked my leg up on top of a trash can so he could fuck me deep down in my pussy.We fucked like street dogs. No etiquette and no bed. Just straight-out, low-class, raw, back-alley fucking; and let me tell you, it was sooo good! He laid me in the dirt, but I quickly rolled him on his. "Really good." Well there's more where that came from!" Julie announced."Fuck," shouted a man from the betting floor. "I was positive that the Adams bitch would bail," he said motioning toward the screen occupied by Ian and Julie. "Now she's after that guy like stink on shit."John Cord's amplified voice interrupted the man's angry display."Ladies and Gentlemen, all bets need to be down now for Portion 3. Isn't this juicy, folks? Well, so much for the easy stuff. Now we will begin to separate.