......Chris slowly rolled over with a lazy yawn. Now, where isthat clock? And why the disoriented feeling of "where am I?" Sunlight wasflooding the ...oom, it was late, much later than his usual 630 am wakeuproutine.Hmmmm. Chris was rested but knew it must have been a late night. Anotherbig yawn and finally through tussled bangs Chris found the clock. OMG.1030! Chris laughed and started to the the bathroom that was a vaguememory somewhere.As Chris stumbled down the hall, still half asleep. But sparring, and worse, fighting, put you at severe risk for permanent brain injury.”“I know. Al and Jess took me to task over it. Did Al tell you that I didn’t receive any blows to the head?”“He did, but that doesn’t excuse your ignoring medical instructions.”“I got it, Doc. I promised Al and Jess I wouldn’t spar again. And I don’t practice being thrown, either. I can work around it.”“They did tell me you received some sort of significant honor while you were in Japan. I don’t know much about. I just can't decide which of these dresses to buy."Max waited to hear what this had to do with him, while at the same time wondering -- as he often did these days -- what this very attractive woman would look like naked."So," the woman continued, as if she'd expected him to respond already, "do you have any opinion?" As if to help, she held first the one, then the other, in front of her, draping each over her slim frame. It reminded him of the paper dolls his younger sister used to play. She sits up so she can access his cock. She begins to feverishly suck him off. He places his hands on his hips and stares up at he ceiling and moans. "Good girl...that is my beautiful cocksucker," he purrs. A few minutes pass then he kneels down to push Marissa back on the table , still straddling her. He lifts her legs up and enters her slowly. It is a sticky, warm and luscious feeling that is absolutely fantastic. She grips his cock with her cunt and begins to milk him. He is thrusting into.