You're tight. Really tight. Much tighter than I though and I don't know if I'm going to be too big for you. I can see my cock is much bigger than John... and I don't know if you've had anything my size before. I have to push pretty hard to open you up and it's slow work. You start to make guttural little noises as I go deeper inside. I'm half way inside now and you're releasing sharp pants and gasps, your head pressed into the pillows. I don't know if I'm hurting you but you've not asked me to. "Terry, I can't believe you think you're entitled to the Continental. What the hell would you do with it if you had it? I..." Hold on, Bret," she interjected. "Let's talk about it over a cup of coffee; I just made a fresh pot."Her pleasant smile and calm demeanor was disarming. What the hell, he thought; she always did make the best coffee in town ... why not.He was starting to relax a little as Terry poured him a cup of brew. He felt good, comfortable to be in his own kitchen again. He. .. ich mache ein paar Drinks und zeige Euch anschließend das Haus. Im Keller kommen wir an meinem großen Billardraum vorbei und Deine Freundin Anja fragt ob sie mal probieren darf. Anja, jung schön, blond, blaue Augen und wie Du sexy bis zum Anschlag, ihr zwei wie black & white. Du knabberst mich am Ohr und flüsterst: „Ich will sie haben! Und Dich! Los tu was!“ Ich gehe zu Anja, stelle mich hinter sie und zeige ihr wie man mit dem Queue umgeht, zielt und trifft. Dabei beuge ich mich auch ein. After a minute of thinking about what had just happened to her and the others around her, Paula paused and started cursing. She looked around, not seeing any sign of the blue glow. That made her scowl in annoyance, realizing that while she'd been distracted with what had happened, it had gotten away. "Damn that thing," Paula muttered as she began looking around again. As she did so, she couldn't help wondering if she was going to make it change everything back to normal if she could. Or if she.