Then she heard a knock on the door. It was midnight and by now, Vivan had to have arrived at their house.“Who’s there?” She asked as she stood u... and went towards the door.“Hummy, it’s me, Vivan.”“Go away, Vivan. I can’t talk right now.”“I am sorry about the last time. I am not gonna hurt you. Can you open the door?”She thought for a while. It didn’t seem like she had a choice.She opened the door. There was Vivan, dressed in his pajama.“What?!” Hamida asked in a rude tone. Vivan didn’t seem. "I don't want him to be MVP. I want you to be MVP. Do you talk to him a lot?" Never," Rick said. "Except on the court. Well, I sent him a two-buck card when he got the MVP award." Rick is not the only guy who will purposely miss a shot," Uncle Frazier said. "Some do it in a different way. Tim Fowl is a knight." Oh," Lauren said. "No wonder he always kick your butt, Rick. You're only a jerk."Rick laughed. "Should I put up a bet with him?" he said. "You for his wife."Lauren laughed. "Yeah, of. We walked around talking catching up and he was flirting with me a little. I told him that I was married and he said he was single, he said he would love to have some drinks and catch up with the old times. We exchanged numbers and he texted me that night. You were working so we decided to meet up at a bar. George was waiting inside when I got there. He stood up to hug me and I felt his bulge against my leg. My pussy twitched a little feeling the size of his cock and not knowing if he was even. Judy opened her legs for him, and she acted like she was turned on, but nothing was happening for her. It was too tame, too boring.Lou shoved it in and out of her cunt, sliding his hands over her tits, really giving it to her. But she didn't get off at all. She waited until he shot his load into her pussy and then she cried out, faking her orgasm. When he rolled off of her and went to sleep she used her fingers to finish herself, pretending that it was Mark ramming his cock into her, raping.