‘If I eat much more, you’ll have to roll me out of here.’ Wyatt said after finishing his soup and contemplating the next course. ‘Let’s ski...p the salad and go for the main event.’ Tori suggested. Her double entendre did not pass unnoticed as Wyatt ordered Chateaubriand for two, medium well, fresh asparagus with Hollandaise sauce, and stuffed Portobello mushroom caps. ‘Mushrooms have also been recognized as aphrodisiacs for centuries…’ he said to Grayson with a twinkle. The meal arrived. "Leave her alone," I yelled, as I got closer.The two guys turned toward me. They were both larger and heavier than I am. I recognized them as jocks, members of the football team. They had been in trouble earlier this year, after football season was over."Piss off squirt," the bigger one said, as I approached."Leave her alone," I repeated. The larger one threw a punch at me. I easily dodged it. The bokken came up in my right hand, by pure reflex, and, as I raised it, I automatically assumed a. Mmmmmmhhh.Natasha’s body shuddered and she threw her head back and moaned softly as she felt her aureola crinkle and the nipple harden. She placed her arms around his neck and pulled him hard into her chest. She was wild with ecstasy, the attention her pussy was getting made her sopping wet and yet she hadn’t even take her panties off. She turned into an animal. She moved to straddle his lap and humped the bulge that was forming in his pants.She pulled her, by now hard and perky nipple, from. Detroit-tigers.really-suck called "Minnesota Twins."Man, am I pissed off. It was about some stupid, pathetic baseball team. I would call it something else too, but you seemed to have said it all with that. It wasn't at all about sex nor did I see anything about any twins. No hot blonde twins. No hot redhead twins. No hot latina twins. Nothing. Just baseball. You get me all hot and bothered about screwing a couple of hot twin girls and you give me nothing. NO FUCKING FAIR, ASSHOLE!!!!!Let me.