” Koomins was only forty three yet looked sixty with his grey streaked hair grown long to his shoulders and grey eyes. His body was muscular and lea... with his arms bare from the shoulders down under a worn black leather vest, a wicked looking scar on the left side of his neck where a rustler,s bullet had gouged a painful course fifteen years before during a range war. Yes Koomins would sort out Mr Hank Mitchell given his chance.Koomins had learned patience over the years and would wait for the. So I wrote it. If there are any nerds who, like me, used to play Mortal Kombat, let me know if this particular tournament should continue. What matchups would you like to see? What "powers", hits and tricks should the participants use against their opponents? Let me know, I just might write another episode.I have already published this story on Literotica, it can be found here:https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=3470510&page=submissions THE TOURNAMENTAt the highest ranks of. Then, she got up and placed her panties over my head and told me to sniff the crotch and tell her what I was thinking about again. I told her the crotch smelled like she had just had some sex but that I loved the scent and the smell was driving me crazy with desire. She told me to lie down on the bed and when I did, she undressed me further and then sat on my face. Her panties were still over my head and I could see her pussy was very wet. She had her butt to my head and was looking at me. Then our last session came and I reminded her to let me know as soon as she got her scores in. She told me they usually took about 2-3 weeks. Damn, the time lag was killing me. Not only would I not have an excuse to see her in that span, but I’d have to wait even longer than I had wanted to set my real plan in motion. Finally, the day came when she got her scores. I got a knock on my door and opened it up, seeing Emily standing there looking excited. She was wearing a tank top now and shorts,.