Fadil gave me a long, thoughtful stare. "Indeed. I'm beginning to see why the Guild is so excited about you." He finished up with his monitor and then...looked at me. "Let's begin the debriefing. Your combat scores, do you think they were fair?" The three minors?" I paused for a moment. "Yes sir, the demerits were fair." In total, I think so too. Maybe not the last demerit itself, your combination roundhouse spin kick was a thing of beauty. But in your eighth match, you pulled a knife-hand strike. " No!" I protested. "Dude, I have a girlfriend!" Dude, it's not hardly even cheating. Angie's brain is asleep--she's practically just a blow-up doll when she's like this. It's not like it would be an affair and nobody will ever know! Come on--I know you've dreamed about this."And I had. Well, not the crazy TurboWhore shit, but I'd sported wood for Angie all through high school, which made her mockery all the more humiliating. I had fantasized a lot about her before Jeannie. O.K., and a few. She loved having her nipples tweaked and he knew this, rolling them between thumb and forefinger and kneading the ample flesh in his hands. He then began pumping inside her, his cock sliding in and out, each thrust setting her nerve endings alight. Paula rarely orgasmed through fucking alone and she moved a hand to her clit to enhance her pleasure. With Tim's relentless fucking, his hands working their magic on her tits and her own fingers teasing her clit she knew another orgasm would soon be. Both wore knee length petticoats but when they were removed the old fashion underwear of bra and panties, or more correctly bloomers, the type that grandma would have worn almost had him double up with laughter; he refrained just in case this slow motion strip would come abruptly to a stop and the women would wake up and run screaming down the street. He had no idea of the size of a bra, what cup size meant but so big were the bras that these women wore and so heavy were their tits that there.