They went at each other like two cats fucking on an electric fence with their tails tied together.I scolded them playfully, “Hey! Wait until we get ...o the house at least!”“Damn, Rick. I hardly got a chance to kiss him goodnight after the game,” she told me and laughed as she kissed his face again.“Here, take this key, I keep this spare to the kitchen door in the console. I’ll get another one made this week, or at least, while we’re out for Christmas.”“Rick Dalton, we owe you, Brother!” Ben told. ”“Don’t get all moralizing on me now, big brother! You fucked his sister!”“Whoa, Squirt! That wasn’t moralizing. That was telling you how it looked to Jorge! I’m not saying that you need to drag him into bed and attack him like you did Ed, but you need to show him that you like him and that you aren’t playing games.”“I don’t want a steady boyfriend at this point,” she said.“So don’t have one! But tell him up front, and don’t play games. The only time I really got into any trouble with girls was. I entered the lounge to a few woops and screams, even from people who had seen me in swimming trunks before.As before I modeled various pairs of boxers then moved on to some thongs. I modeled these but was feeling a bit insecure. I now had just a thin piece of material between me and about 12 ladies, and a cock that was not as limp as it was.The thongs were very sexy and had me quite excited as I was asked to wander in amongst the ladies so they could get a closer look. Our lounge is very long. "Come on, cunt, come!" he said ashe moved his fist, twisting, up and down, side toside, until, in spite of herself, she came again,shaking and sweating and seeing stars.Then it was over. No one held her, and she slid offthe table and knelt on the floor, exhausted. Coachsaid, "Here, stand up, and I'll wipe you off." Hetoweled her dry and handed her her pants. "Whereare my panties?" she said. "Someone took them fora souvenir, I guess. Your bra and blouse are gone,too. That's all right. .