Right Charlotte? I mean, It's not like I had just ripped off your clothes and we fucked here in the living room, audience and all." It was becoming in...reasingly evident that the alcohol was talking, but Reese was a funny drunk. Blushing was all Charlotte could do."Now look! You're making her uncomfortable. We are having a good time right? I say we go give Abe a call." Lacey always knew how to make people laugh. It really was a gift. She also knew when to stop whenever things got too. When Super Bowl Sunday came around, we were ready. The party started around noon. We had all agreed that everyone was going to stay overnight in the break room so no one tried to drive home. We might all have terrific hangovers on Monday morning, but we would all be there and not in jail– or worse. It was like some giant slumber party, except we were all in our twenties and instead of drinking pop and watching teen-aged chick flicks, we would be drinking hard liquor and watching a football. Brain damage. It had to be.She seemed to sense that the moment was getting too maudlin. They sat for a moment in awkward silence, then Mo slapped her palms on her thighs and got noisily to her feet. "Sooo, are you going to tell me what this whole thing is about? Who these Leathernecks are and what they're up to?"Turning a deaf ear to his aching bones and shrieking muscles, Ben stood up. "I don't know," he admitted reluctantly. It pissed him off. After all he and Lara had been through, he still. Fast and hard, he fucked as I rode the waves of another orgasm. The look on his face was primitive, almost animalistic. He called me his slut and, as we looked at each other, he struck my cheek again. "Can you take it harder?" "Go for it,” I panted. Before I could say anything else, he put one hand around my throat and used the other to brutalize my breasts. I moaned, the lack of oxygen heightening every emotion as blood rushed around my body. My pleasure was amplified when he released my.