I mean he would look just fine in anything but there he stood, puzzled and confused. He wanted to make a good impression tonight and he intended on do...ng just that. Since his first chat with Mona, he loved her sharp wit and lighthearted demeanor. She made him smile as well as frustrated him to no end and he had relished in every bit of it for the last year. He had never thought he would fall for someone that he had met over the internet, let alone actually meet them in person, but here he was.. While he disliked the rumors, he always gave Rachel the benefit of the doubt that they may have been just making up stuff because he never saw her do anything that led him to believe they were true. To him it just appeared that she seemed to be working hard at getting him to choose her over the other girls.But it was once he got up early in the morning, or late at night depending on your point of view, because something he ate didn't agree with him, and it was on his way back to his room that. Then his life took another unexpected turn.He took a sociology class his second semester, where he was assigned to partner with a stunning, curvaceous brunette for a class project.Looking now as that same stunning, curvaceous brunette boarded the plane, he knew he had been given more than any man deserved. They went from classmates to friends and eventually to lovers. When their relationship had progressed to the point that Abigail wanted Jack to meet her parents, he balked. He wasn't worthy of. "Yessssssss! That's it! Burn the fuck out of my cunt! Tear my pussy up with your cock! Ooooooo! Aaaaaaagh! I need to be fucked! Aaaaaagh! Oooooh! Yesssss!"The barman pulled his cock halfway out of Clara's pussy. Then he slammed his prick back in again with such ferocity that she was sure he'd have a heart attack. He repeated this motion several times in succession while she practically humped the bar in her need."Shiiiiit! Biiiiiitch! Biiiiiitch! Shit! Shit! Shit!" grunted the barman, almost.