“Woohoo! Lakers!” cheered somewhere in the back of the room. Several people snickered at what was a weak joke. When Van Pelt launched into another...NBA game from the east coast, Trey turned down the TV all the way and turned the music up again. However, he kept his headphones on and listened to the NBA report. He was waiting for the ESPN host to talk about Roosevelt football.Frank looked at the TV, perplexed as if it had turned itself down. Suddenly, he turned to the DJ. “What the fuck did you. Every Vixen loves them. We will build a nest for them in a quiet part of the tunnels so they can be alone together and love each other properly.I suppose you could say our gang runs the communication system. There are other runners, some write important messages and if another gang wants to send important messages then they come to us. They pay us with units or the things their gang makes. Some gangs make useful things for the home, chairs and beds and places to store your things. Others will. In the morning and I was feeling like someone was throwing me away.I woke up and heard a whispering and immediately I pretended to sleep. At last, they moved me to another corner and then started the program. I was watching this incident from a small hole in the bed sheet. I was shocked to see that one of my cousins opened her pyjama and inserted his hand into her vagina and started rubbing vigorously. She was moaning like hell and he still continued to do so by closing her mouth with his. I was in a chair and Tony and Joan sat together on the couch. Joan put her hands on Tony's face and pulled him to her for a hot kiss. She nibbled on his neck and moaned into his mouth. Tony responded by caressing Joan's tits under her crop top. He pulled her crop top off and tugged at her nipple rings - tiny bells. He slathered one of her breasts with kisses and hickey-like tiny bites. He caressed her other breast with seeking hands. Joan sighed. She stretched like a cat and her skirt pulled up.