"If I was you I'd start working on your speech sis" he taunted her, as she pulled off her perspiration soaked top, exposing her sports bra, and pulled...on a fresh one.His goading was intended to undermine her confidence but, in fact, only served to increase her determination to win. After a drink, she stepped out on the court again and prepared to make her serve. She was not going to give in to him without a fight.This time, things started out a little differently. She moved into the ball with a. Then tonight at the bar a told me something similar, how he wished he was me.I was intrigued, 'Why', I asked, 'So I could fuck my brains out, every time I got horny', was his answer.That made me smile, I was horny and wanted to take him down the toilets and offer my ass to him, but something deep inside me held me back, so on the surface I must have appeared either a prude or unattainable, which in itself was an enticement, but it did not cure my need for a good fuck.I turned to face him on my. She rubbed her pussy through her shorts, until a small wet spot appeared. Her brown eyes were glazed from the liquor, but her body was reacting to what her fingers were doing. Both Brandy and I watched intently. I was almost certain that she was about to cum, when Brandy told her to stop, and the next round started. This time I won the hand and dared Brandy. “Ok, Brandy. I want you to take Amy’s bra and shirt off and lick her nipples,” I said. Brandy’s green eyes widened, but I could tell that. For anyone who doesn't have a cell phone, we could browbeat them into getting one, or issue one to them." We'll have to do a trial run," Jim pointed out. "We need to be assured that everyone will show up at the evacuation site on time." I'm thinking," Jean said rather wistfully, "we should have a giant picnic, celebrating the extraction and honoring those left behind. We wouldn't have to mention that the extraction will be happening at the end of the picnic." Or," added John, "we could invite.