I prided myself on being more talented than the music and theater geeks and more importantly, too cool and “normal” to actually hang out with them...on a regular basis. It was the same thing with the athletes. Although I was interested in and fairly good at several sports, able to hit three-point shots and rattle off useless statistics memorized from the Post’s back pages or parroting Sportscenter anchors, I never really clicked with jock culture or the team mentality. Ultimately, I wound up. At that time we were in ... I believe in Taktser, China. Did you know that it's the birthplace of the Dahai Lama?" I would assume you can provide proof of that?" With the way Homeland Security breathes down everyone's neck that goes out of the country?" my father answered, a bit flippantly. "I could show you probably five different forms that say we were there. Now, you have avoided the question a little too long. What was it you found, and why would you think my son had anything to do with. Brad started to build his pace, taking longer thrusts, he could feel a hand and nails dug into his ass cheek, along with another on his back.His moans started to grow as he started to penetrate her with force and pace.It started to feel like she was tighter somehow, which he couldn't believe until he looked at her face, she was biting her lip with her head back, she started to buck and he knew this had to be an orgasm.She started to recover, even though he hadn't stopped during her. "Got her! She was mine now. I leaned over and smothered her into the couch as we kissed ever so passionately. She was the best kisser I had ever known! I took in her tongue as it wriggled its way into my mouth. She had rapped legs around my waist as I layed on top of her. Then she pushed me away and wispered into my ear, "Lets go into my room." I followed her into her room, watching that beautiful ass sway all the way. She opened her door, and I stepped in. It was a mess, but oh well, who gives.