We woke up around 9:30 pm and she said Kenny was going to be at a house party at one of Dave's friends and did I want to go? I said hell yes. She said...what are you going to say to him. I told her nothing. she said what if he wants to leave with her. I said go for it. Tell her you are always by yourself at a party and we usually call each other when we want to leave. I told her that was cool. We arrived and she found Kenny by the Keg and said hey little boy you are too young to drink. He said I. I couldn’t believe that this was real. Pete was leaning over the blonde lady’s food stroking his 9 inch trouser snake. For the next couple of minutes the women just stared quietly watching him like they were in a trance. “How much sauce would you like,” Pete asked, “a little or a lot?” The woman simply answered, “a lot.” Shortly thereafter Pete began unloading shot after shot of his salty man goo onto the woman’s food. He then took his handkerchief, wiped the tip of his cock clean, and. "Must've been something pretty nice from the look on your face," Julia said inquisitively, hoping that her friend might elaborate on the subject.Before Julia could get anything more out of her lunch guest, a third woman joined them at the table. The waitress who'd come over to take their order was in her mid-twenties with long jet black hair tied in a ponytail down her back and a rich olive Mediterranean complexion. She wore a simple black and white uniform, the blouse of which seemed to strain. It's a wonder how something so simple fucked everything up so royally.The Fighter's Law was an edict declared by the God of Conquest, whether it was an act of contempt or one of shear boredom matters not anymore, to survive is the only option for the inhabitants of New Heartland.And now, the edict's laws fall upon your shoulders, for once one reaches the age of 18 they are thereby entered into the Fight, and all laws and rules apply. "Free game" if you will. As you flash your ID to the nearest.