” He took out his heavily annotated copy of Joe’s book. Both Joe and Cynthia took out copies of Cynthia’s transcribed treatment. All three had a...notebook to jot notes, but Cynthia seemed to jot a lot more.“Is that shorthand?” Joe asked.“A sellable skill,” Cynthia said.“A necessity,” Jonny added, and proved it by his fast patter. Joe actually felt like an interrupter every time he wanted to put in his thoughts, or question Jonny’s. As the meeting continued, he decided to relax. It would be his. At 5'3" and 105 ponds, I was every boy's wet dream. My Uncle Phillip's too.Uncle Phillip was my dad's brother and like dad, he was a big man in every respect. At 6 foot and 200 pounds, he reminded me of the Marlboro Man. He even dressed like the Marlboro Man in western Jeans, cowboy boots, and black Stetson. I caught my dad naked once as he stepped out of the shower and he had a cock that took my breath away. Even soft, it hung halfway down his thigh. Just imagining what it would look like made. “Oh yes”, I assured her. “Like I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fuck you from behind, like two hungry animals.”And like a hungry animal I mounted her and plunged my penis into her charged, gushing cunt. We fucked eagerly, she pushing herself back to get me further inside and I banged her as if I’d been waiting years for this to happen.I squeezed her tits and kissed her neck and licked the top of her spine and she ground her love box around my fevered erection.Doreen began to wail as I. Glade, of course, has a penchant for the dramatic and tends to be flashy, taunting his opponents, and his style is a huge contrast to all the others style of fighting. Not this time, though.Although Maris towered over my lover and was the epitome of the knight in shining armor, it was obvious within seconds that he was out for blood. It was also quite obvious that he was highly skilled. A few moments later I realized that Glade was faster, more precise, and better. Within a minute of violence.