That ass though… mmm… that was a masterpiece. She wore this little blue Sunday-type dress. It was heavy on the cleavage, and tight around the wais.... It had a little frill around the bottom giving a bit of bounce to the bum as she moved. When she finally composed herself and sat down beside me, we really hit it off. I bought us both drink after drink, and we talked and laughed and got a little handsy. About an hour later we both decided we were into this and I offered to take her back to my. Of course she wouldn't admit this to herself, but often while in bed at night she would try to think about this remarkable event in her life and the pleasure involved with it.Then it did happen again. The chain of events leading to this began one day in school while she was eating lunch with her friend Betty. Her friend was a few months older than Nancy. Being tall for her age she looked more like fifteen. Betty had two brothers and she was telling Nancy that while going to the washroom in the. “Good evening men,” a female voice suddenly said with booming excitement. “Let em be the first to welcome all of you to the Arena.”Somewhere there was the sound of rising voices. It sounded dull, but it grew into an audible roar. The Arena. Everyone shuddered at the name if they were a male, including Jared. Every man knew what the Arena was. A place for men to be hunted down for sexual sport by women who were typically enhanced, always powerful ad athletic. Jared had seen it many times on the. Dude just says “oh ya—he's ready” As he hops off the table and begins to walk back around to it's end, he grabs each of my cheeks with his enormous hands, and spreads me open. “Yo dawgs—ya'll see this hairy ass on this white-boi”? The two mexican dudes walk around to check out the view, and each exclaim that had never seen such a hairy ass on a white-boi. “I mean fuck—you can't even see his hole, it's so dense”. I smirked, and sarcastically reply “You gotta find it with ur tongue”. Dude gives.