The first was a featherweight bout. Good news for me. Featherweight injuries weren’t usually catastrophic. When I was wheeled in, the doctor would b...e able to get to me right away. I went out to the ring, accompanied by Ganju and not another soul. My regular guys couldn’t get the time off for a trip to Vegas just before Christmas, so we were the Army of Two.We were announced and then it was time to tap gloves. I got a look of sympathy from him when we were in the middle of the ring. “Sorry about. I bet their twats are as wet as yours now!Hot Hakima sighs sexily and whispers back to me: Tomorrow you can inspect them intimately my dearestWe doze off, but in my dreams I hear how their breathing deepens and some soft sighs. Is it a dream?Fine friends share their wealth with those trusted ones, who earn their sexy share of all foxy fun!French friends are best in bed or at least on long evenings and nights full of foxy fun and laughingFine erotic example is how we three run into naughty Nono. PeggyBeing that close to Nan was driving me crazy. I wanted to touch her, hold her but most of all kiss her lush lips. When she smiled I spotted her pink tongue and I wondered what it would feel like to have it touch my clit. All those dirty thoughts I had had in my teens came bubbling up and I decided to be brave, there was something in Nan’s eyes that told me she was open to whatever was coming.My gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips and back, we slowly moved forward until out lips met. Seconds later he was again on the road."What the fuck," Ted muttered to himself. "Is everyone a goddamned Sigmund Freud? Damn bum, giving me advice. I really need that now." But the old-timers remarks kept haunting him, gnawing at his subconscious as he drove. He knew, deep down, that he was running away, he knew that it was stupid. But he just couldn't face the situation now - or was it that he just didn't want to?Ted also began to realize that added to the sorrow and grief was another emotion.