Baseball was more his thing, and the Twins were his team. But he hadn’t heard anything positive about the Jets since Joe Namath. “Don’t they suc...?” he asked.Scott chuckled. “Last year they did.”They ordered. Fish and chips for Joe. Scott had the shepherd’s pie. They each had Guinness. “So I take it you decided you weren’t welcome at the meeting?” Joe asked.He nodded. “I told her what to watch out for. And to get a copy and not sign it until tomorrow after giving it some thought.”“You think that. She had her legs up over his shoulders and her hands wrapped behind his neck, pulling him close. She writhed like a little demon. His back was to me, and I watched his thighs and calves flex as his butt pumped up and down, up and down. He kept grunting. She looked at me and smiled."Amber is here," she said.He turned his head. "Oh fuck." But he didn't stop fucking her. He pumped harder. Then he grunted and blurted out, "Oh baby fuck yeah." His whole body went rigid, except his head, which nodded. Nothing I would exactly call sexual touches but times that we bumped or brushed against each other seemingly by accident that led to a blush. Once done we sat at the opposite end of the large living room. I watched as she tucked her feet up under her almost like a little child and rested her head on her chin. Casually I watched as she watched me. My suspicious mind wandered as she covered her lower body with a comforter as she let her eyes meet mine. Mary sort of smiled a weird smile as her. She had deemed underwear an unnecessary obstacle, so when she sat cross-legged as she normally does, I could enjoy the sight of her tight slit. She had put her dirty blonde hair into pigtails and her beautiful green eyes were shining with eager anticipation.We lived in a small 2-room apartment and as we both loved to watch tv in bed, the flatscreen was placed in our bedroom.We had agreed to meet at 8, and five minutes later, the doorbell rang and Emma rushed to the door and flung it open and.