From what she’d seen and what Matt had told her, ‘the boss, ‘ Jessica Brandt was hosting one heck of a Thanksgiving celebration tomorrow.She and...Matt had met last July in a mixed martial arts class at the dojo shortly after she arrived in Lodi. As the newest instructor, she had kicked a lot of ass in the class, some of it due to her mostly male opponents wanting to go light on her because of her sex, others wanting to prove that martial arts was strictly the purview of the male of the species.. “I’ll book us a couple of rooms.” I suggested. “Maybe we can get something close to the fairgrounds.” “Hah!” J.D. laughed. “You’ll be lucky to get a hotel room close to Amarillo! This horse sale draws people from all over the U.S.”Logging onto the internet, I found out just how true my grandfather’s statement was. It took over an hour of searching through hotel bookings before I finally received confirmation on two adjoining rooms at the Sheridan Inn on the west side of Amarillo. With the trip. On the forward bulkhead of the Leopard drop deck was some Marine artwork. It showed a Confederacy Marine blowing a huge hole in a stylized hybrid between an H.R. Giger ‘Alien’ and a Sa’arm. The Marine was saying, “It’s game over when I fuckin’ SAY it’s game over!” It turns out that the entire battalion were big fans of the second movie in the franchise.One twist on the training exercise that I hadn’t anticipated (and nobody choose to tell me) was the presence of Sa’arm. Their virtual presence,. Jerry twisted to the side, laying us down on and once again slipped his finger into my pussy. I turned my head and reached back to pull his face closer so we could resume kissing. Our lips locked and our tongues twisted together as Jerry slipped a second finger into my tight hole. I rocked my ass on his fingers as our kissing grew more passionate. I moaned into Jerry’s mouth as he stretched me with yet another finger. “Damn you’re hot,” Jerry gasped. I reluctantly pulled away from Jerry’s magic.