The two of you live together? I asked.No, I am over at Sandy's place until my apartment is ready, Kathy said.Now I knew which number was which. I save... both under the proper names.How did you guys find my number? I asked.Wouldn't you like to know? Sandy replied.Tell you what. Meet us for dinner tomorrow, and we will tell you. It will be better than this back and forth? Kathy said.Agreed, I replied.Do you know the new sports bar next to the stadium? Sandy askedYeah, End Zone, I replied. I had. Mr. Boyse had told them it was available, and they had a very important experiment in action. When they entered the room, Bennie went over to their private locker. Inside was the cage with the guinea pigs.Tim took out his stopwatch and they settled down to observe and make notes. By the time two hours had passed, it was clear that the new timing action they'd created for their special 'sauce'... the 'formula', they called it now... was working splendidly. They would have to return periodically. Feeling the warmth of her cunt walls squeezing around the throbbing thickness of his prickshaft, he buried his face in her fragrantly scented hair. Sitting on Andy's lap with his hard cock planted deep in her oozing fuckhole, Brenda watched the man sucking on her young daughter's pussy."OH, SHIT!" the little girl shrieked, pressing Mac's face down tighter against her sodden crotch. "I'M GONNA COME! GONNA COME, HONEY!" God, I can't believe that's my own little daughter," Brenda whispered to. Only one thing was missing and that was the reason for its presence. Why would this year’s game take place in my boyfriend’s house? Unless this year the players were separated and each given a unique theme. But then how would they fight? Unless they weren’t judged on their fighting skills. But it not that, then what?There was only one way to find out. I tiptoed to the doorway and peered out. There was no sign of the other players. But I did find someone sitting on the living room couch.“Karo!”.