My trousers tented out in seconds, only a blind man wouldn’t have seen this, Louise looked down, “Now look at what I’ve done” she wriggled her...ass a little, her pussy rubbing against my hand, looking into my eyes she said “Mom’s always told me to finish what I start, so I better take care of this for you”, at that she dropped her hand to the bulge. There wasn’t a lot I could do to stop her as she still had my hand trapped, tugging the zip down she slipped her hand into my trousers and. 37 to 34. The second half was a bit trickier. With a minute to go Matt’s & Mahmood’s team was down. They had 71 points. The opponents had 75. It was a hard fought minute with plenty of personal fouls and trips to the line. In the end, Prowlers had 79 and Donkeys had 80.As they licked their wounds and strategized for mext week, Matt asked if anyone wanted to grab a beer at his place since his chick was out of town. Everyone begged off, nearly all of the guys were married with k**s.Mahmood said.. You will go out the back door buck ass fucking naked and deliver it to him. I take that back, you should still wear your hat, makes you look official.” Liz couldn’t believe she was agreeing to it but she wanted this more than almost anything in her life. “Fine, just prop the door open so I can get back in.” They had to wait a while, and Liz had started to cool down around 1AM, but eventually a nice looking sedan pulled in. Amy chirps through her headset, “Good Evening, may I take your order”. It is a twenty gauge over and under used by the wife of a real sportsman. She didn't take very good care of it, I'm afraid. It cost him eight hundred bucks, but I could only give her two hundred on trade. It has some rust and stock damage, but I believe I can cut off most of the damage for you." So how much you asking me for?" I asked."I can do a rough chop on the shotgun for fifty bucks. You will have to have the stock finished yourself. That's what takes the most time ... A grinder and a chop.