" He and Brad and several otherfraternity brothers were drinking beers and engaged in a strategysession. They were trying to think up a stunt to pull ...on their school'sarchrivals the Tuskers."What if we steal their mascot?" one of the brothers offered up."Man, that is so lame. Every year it's the same old shit." Yeah. But I hate that fucking pot bellied pig. Somebody ought to killthat fat piece of shit." Even better... what if we steal the pig and have a roast? We can make achunk of change to. With Francie, it was all about the relief. With Rachel it is pure love. And with Joan, there was a constant drive toward orgasm, as often as we could manage it. But somehow, with Em I was totally relaxed, absorbed in the sensations of our mouths providing mutual pleasure. I loved to handle her breasts as she crouched over me, drawing lazy circles around her nipples. My tongue sought out every fold of her flesh and drank deeply of her fluids.We both built slowly toward fulfillment; not rushing. Her hair was perfect, her brows were beautiful lines, her eyelashes were incredibly long and full. Her lips, with no lipstick at all, were a brilliant and moist cherry red. He whispered, “My slave has the world’s most kissable lips.”“Are you sure, my darling master?” she asked softly as she raised her mouth towards his.Their lips met and Jeff pulled her body close to his mashing her tits against his chest while he worked his lips on hers. Again there was the intense flow of electricity between. Since that time, she had become accustomed to her upcoming station in life, but her own family was another matter entirely. They were a large and extended Italian clan, and they already suspected Harry of nefarious intentions. Neither James nor I had heard yet how the inevitable family get-together had gone over.When I asked, Harry simply groaned and covered his head, and allowed AnneMarie to answer. The meeting had proved a farcical disaster of the first water. First and foremost, practically.