Clothes came off and they explored each other with touches and kisses, but with very few words. Dom kept his lips on hers as he moved inside her, unab...e to hold back a groan as her hips arched up to meet him. This was where he wanted to be, he realized. More importantly, where he wanted her to be—with him. Lani closed her eyes and moved easily with him as they found a mutually satisfying rhythm. It was like floating on a lake, with gentle waves rocking over her. At last she could feel the wave. Turkey day means we get to watch Madden give out his famous turducken leg to the games best player. I don’t know why I was drawn to the NFL, or even how I became an NFL addict. If you ask my parents they will probably tell you the same thing. Even though my parents were sports fans hockey was always the show in our house but hearing stories from my mother I guess since I was a baby I would just stare off in wide wonder watching the gridiron action. From September to January, Sunday was the. After a few moments of savoring the hapless milksops' dilemma, AuntieJane ended their inaction by hissing, "STRIP!" With shaking hands, they all did."Well, perhaps you can follow orders after all," she smirked more thatstated. "Hands behind your back, stand up straight, titties forward'girls!'"Again she reviewed the troops, as it were. This time she closelyinspected each boy's peenie petal making sure to touch each lipsticksmeared lollipopsie in a manner to arouse it. On the back side. Nicole looked at the wine bottle. Her eyes became a little distant. She smiled."Yes, I suppose I am," she said.She brought the bottle to George's lips and he greedily gulped it down. It was so delicious. The wine settled in his stomach and emitted a warm glow. Suddenly he didn't feel quite so exhausted. What was in it--crack? His mouth even followed the bottle as she took it away. Don't, she'd only make him beg for it next time.If there was a next time.Nicole shook the bottle with a frown on.