" Jerry said as he grinned as he reached under the cabinet and held up the framed comic."NO FUCKING WAY!" Victor said in surprise as he looked at the ...other of all comics. A number one issue of Batman, signed by Bob Kane, the artist."Fucking Way, Dude!" Jerry said as he lowered the frame so Victor could look at it."How much?" Victor asked even though he knew he could never afford it."With his signature, its assessed value is five hundred thousand dollars," Jerry replied."How?" Victor said as he. We're joined as one now... Let's play!"Jill feels her hands moving on their own, reaching out to feel the men around her. Her hands make their way below their belts, feeling their hard cocks. She hears the guys saying things like, 'isn't she a cute little thing', 'look at that beautiful cock', 'damn, she's hot', 'what a treat'.Hearing them say comments about her like that makes Jill's self-esteem shoot into the stratosphere. She's the center of attention, like she's never imagined. She responds. Her skin was mocca brown and she was wearing a black negligee with black straps and stockings and string pantys. She bend over to me and said: "I will give her a lapdance and you just watch." With that said she turned around and started to dance for Liz. She was letting her hips roll and put her hands through her black long hair. She got closer and closer to Liz until they nearly touched faces. Then she turned around and shoved her firm ass close to my girlfriends face. After another spin she. " Erin told her.Upstairs, in the confides of Jamie's old room, Jamie laid on her stomach, arms folded under her head, as Erin sat right above her, the blonde girl's hands running their way up and down Jamie's bare back. "I never figured you knew how to give a massage." Jamie said, and Erin shrugged, even though Jamie couldn't really see it. "Someone taught it to me a few years ago. Probably not as good as they are though." Erin simply said. Jamie giggled a little. "I'm not complaining." She.