" "Oh! I got your letter but I haven't had time to open it yet." "I understand. May I sit down?" Without waiting for an answer, she was sitting on the...couch, close enough to put her feet on my ottoman. "Your coffee smells delicious, do you have any more?" "No, but I can make you some, if you'd like. I'm having decaf, but I have both." "Regular, please." I got up to make it. She made no effort to get up. I was going into the kitchen alone. I debated briefly if I should take the laptop with me,. “Trynd, b*o, you could've taken the L. It was just a simple bet, man. What was going through your head when you threw that ‘double or nothing’ shit, man? Especially when your wife didn't know that you considered her a betting chip. AND when you tried to cheat to win that second time. Dude...”“I don't know. I really don't know, Olaf.”“Nah, don't worry about it, brosef. We'll just get this done and you two can go sleep it off.” Olaf placed a reassuring hand on the warrior's shoulder, which. She turned her back to the rope again, and pulled up his supporter, then tights, his cock still twitching from the tumultuous sensations he had been able to have in such a short time. He reached down and pulled the fabric around her genitals just as the lights turned upward and focused on them. The crowd roared with delight as John readied himself and swung from his lofty perch. Timing it perfectly she grasped the bar and swung to match his approach, on the second sing she released, did a. For some reason though there seemed to be a hesitation, something else was needed for the decision to be made. Jeremiah had tried to give advice, to help with the decision but nothing he had said seemed to be of great help. Finally the alcohol and exhaustion worked together to force Jeremiah from his chair in the bar and to his bed. He didn’t even shower before collapsing onto the soft bed. Jer just stripped and rolled into his bed. The next morning he showered, hit the free breakfast in the.