I fired, taking him down. I shifted on the bed, my TV only a few feet before me. The music of the game thundered through my bedroom.But it wasn't loud...enough.“Randy, get your goddamn ass down here!” my father bellowed, his voice thundering through the house. “Right the fuck now!”I sucked in a deep breath, gripping the black controller tight in my hand. “Shit,” I muttered. “Guys, I got to go.”“Now?” pussyhunter69 groaned. “We're in the middle of the match.”“Yeah, my dad's calling.” I hated. We could now take photos without the need for developing and our large collection of pictures of Jean in various states of undress and our sex life started with that camera. Driving along the roads on holiday I would take pictures of her tits as she stood against road signs so that we had a record of names of places we had visited and sometimes she would open her dress for a flash of her stockings and suspenders in public places. After they were married mum and Ted would take a one week holiday. Near the end of the round, Karla threw a left hook to his ribs, trying to copy the success she had had on his other side. Mike never consciously saw the opening that was suddenly presented to him, but his years of training made him react to it. He launched a powerful right hook over her left, which landed solidly on the left side of her jaw. Her head lurched to the right, sweat and her mouthpiece flying out of the ring, before her body crashed to the canvass.The whole arena was in shock; even. When I stood up to leave, some of the girls who were still left looked up at me expectantly, as if waiting to see who I would take home. Even Christy was surprised, though, when I hugged and kissed them all goodbye without asking anyone to accompany me. She had probably thought that I would leave last and we could get some action. But she could probably guess that I was thinking too much about Jenny. "Don't you need someone to come with you, Mich?" asked Christy. "I'm OK thanks," I smiled. She.