I think you might have a concussion.” “Concussion? My balls feel like fucking water melons!” Knightley groaned, clutching at the affected area ...o assess the damage as delicately as possible. Stevens helped to prop him against the reception desk. Mrs Wiley leaned in behind the sergeant. “You want to stay away from that bitch,” Knightley snapped. “Knobbiest knees I’ve ever seen.” Knightley speared Mrs Wiley with a hard stare – the only thing that was going to get hard for a few weeks by the feel. The water continuing to fade no matter how high you turn the heat you reluctantly rinse one last time. Your front, then your back, then front again, and you turn the water off. Though, if you manage to do it just right, the dream doesn’t trickle down the drain with the water. You turn back and you imagine them standing there, leaning against the shower wall. They smile at you, taking you in, watching the water droplets roll over your skin. Your naked exposed body, wet and warm, standing there,. Then there was a moment of silence. Two women playing a game of chicken. Who would break first? Meanwhile the girl in between them continued to please Bree's cunt, just a pawn in a much bigger game. Bree didn't break eye contact first, but she did smile first. She moaned, "Hmmmm, that's it slut, suck my clit."Ms. Parker broke eye contact first. She grabbed both of the unnamed girl's stocking-covered legs and pulled hard. The girl, her face covered in Bree's juice, tumbled out from between her. She couldn't believe how fast things had gone the last time. One moment, she was dancing with Keith, and the next, he was sucking her nipples and trying to pull down her pantyhose. Jen knew she had come close to getting fucked. Mike knew too, and he was gleeful by the thought. Jen didn't really know how she felt. Her husband was encouraging her to fuck other men. But did he really mean it? Did she want to become an adulteress — a hot wife? She stirred the lemon in her ice tea, remembering how.