She moaned. "Get my pants off, Connie!" She looked over at her younger sister, who while was unbuttoning her shirt, nodded her assent. Connie struggle...d to get my pants off, but her position was too awkward so she slid to the floor. She pulled them to down but could not get them over my shoes. "Forget the shoes!!"When the pants had cleared the crotch, my cock sprang out like a jack-in-the-box. She wrapped her fist around me and for a second I though she was going to give me head. She turned to. She nodded her head.Ben took a deep breath. "What do you want to know?" How did you get in the fight?" I told you." So that was all true?" He nodded at her question. She knew he was telling the truth. This was Ben, after all. "Fine. Who'd you fight with?"Ben hesitated. He was unable to keep his eyes locked with hers, so he turned and sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh. Immediately, Allison went and sat beside him. She put her hand on top of his. He flinched, but then turned his hand to hold. "Well why don't you tell me your story, Michael?"Oooh. Calling me Michael'. Like I'm in trouble when I was a kid.Fact is, I've used a lot of different names the last few years. Andthe few things they caught me for don't compare much to the tons Igot away with. But this one was just stupid. I'm still kicking myselffor it."I was in line for a hotdog on the street, and this bi... this ladyworking the stand was just holding some attitude on me. I told her Iwanted a dog, she gave me attitude and. " He smiled and before I could speak, he asked, "And you?" I'm, uh, a consultant in human performance."I turned the steaks. The aroma was getting to both of us. "How done do you want yours?" Medium rare, if possible." Same as me. I'll try. No guarantees."I stuck out my hand, "If we're eating together, we should know names." I'm Jordan Edwards." I'm Leon Jefferson." So, if you're one of those human performance people, can you show me how to play better defense?"I looked at him in all.