Laughter came from the four corners of the pitch, the small crowd of spectators, and even the referee.It was my turn to flounder and my game went to p...eces, the bastard. The shrill of the whistle signalled full-time and the referee smiled that same smile when I glanced at him. My glare of disgust did not work either; he just smiled wider. I wanted to stick that whistle right where the sun did not shine and everyone would know when he farted. We lost one-nil, humiliated into the bargain; it. There is a contented sigh and the arm vanishes. The panther gets up, stretches and gives and massive yawn, pink tongue curling over white fangs and pads around the group. A damp black nose nuzzles the velvet skin covered shoulder blades, sharp as a razor of the boy lying there.He rolls over, the stripped bare stone of the cherry between his teeth, whiter than the leopard's fur. His eyes are like the panther's, autumn brown striped with gold. His plump lips smile. One of the lying white leopards. What was he thinking of? However, before I could say anything Mark continued “I’ve spoken to Gary and he’s keen (well there’s a surprise I thought – knowing that Gary had always fancied me!). It’s going to happen this weekend.” I started to protest “but Mark, don’t be silly. I’m 8 months pregnant for god’s sake!” To which he replied “I know. That’s the whole point babe. I want to watch him fucking you WHILE you’re still pregnant, BEFORE the new baby comes. I want to watch him emptying his. I enjoyed watching her chest rise and fall, her rounded boobies appear and disappear behind her lace and silk."My home is on the Hudson, but I am not married, betrothed but not wed." And?" I said."My, my intended is being held captive on one of the hulks out in the New York harbor."I shook my head, stepped to the bedside and backhanded her across the face. It was a very satisfactory sound and brought forth a gasp."Try again," I said."I don't have a choice, honestly," she said, trying to hold my.