Right now she was not thinking of the pumpkins because her annoying friend Robert was making fun of her pig-tails with the red ribbons her mother had ...attached to the ends.That Robert was such a pest.He was always underfoot and making a nuisance of himself.She really didn't like playing with boys because they thought they knew everything and never seemed to want to listen to a girl who had good ideas and better games to play.In Sandy's opinion boys were not a lot of fun to play with. But today. Steve had never felt a pussy quite like this one before, it was very hot, very tight and she was flooding his cock with her secretions. "Damn this chick is soaking wet," he said. He began pounding into her knowing that he wouldn't last very long, not with this pussy.The pleasure between her legs seemed to last for an eternity to her alcohol and pot clouded brain. Steve pounded into her freshly deflowered pussy savoring the tightness of her love canal. Her untested pussy muscles exerting. You know that this is why I did it. You feel loved and cherished. You sip the whiskey. My whiskey. You remember that you are being watched. You open the envelope. ‘My Darling. I love you so dearly and I’m sorry I can’t be there with you tonight. I know you will not be able to resist coming down here to play,, my curious, naughty little kitten — Konekochan. I got you these things to explore while I’m away. Please enjoy yourself, my love. You’ll be in my arms again soon. Love, Daddy’ Your heart. "Yeah. We could all do with a little entertainment. Maybe a little match up wouldn't be a bad idea?" We could take bets, Boss?" a guard suggested."This is crazy," Goldsmith protested. "What would be the point of it?" Ah, how about fostering a little cross cultural understanding?" George grinned."Oh, bullshit! But, I'll tell you. We have this match of yours between Sabre and whoever you want to put up, and, if we win, we get to finish our work in peace?" And what if we win?" George asked."Hmm!.