2. Just how much beer could we buy with the money we have left?I'm arguing for the first camp when one of the guys yells "Foos Rule!" Which, of course... means each side has to pick a champion for a game that will decide which camp wins, with the opponents bound by sacred duty to accept the outcome. Sort of a Knights of the Roundtable thing, but without the horses.I naturally represent my side, being the two-time King Foos of my dorm. It won't be easy, though, because my worthy foe is the only. I however needed her to at least appear coherent and so I spoke through her saying in a very loud way come on and show me how you fuck a real woman use that big dick to make me yours. I didn’t even need to enter Natasha’s head as soon as I thought about her I could feel her anger at her mother. I on the other hand had to do what Lena said after all I didn’t want Natasha’s mother hurting her with the lie. It was too perfect. I turned her up again. Her breathing became shallower and her eyes. The music was playing a bit louder, the bar was a bit more crowed so I asked Melissa again if she wanted to go someplace else. Melissa told me she was fine and would like to stay there if we could. I was more than happy to stay at the Mumlu Bar and let my wife have fun. I asked my wife if she would like to dance, she said ‘yes’. Melissa was not a big dancer, but after a few drinks she becomes more bold and willing to get on the dance floor. I told Ali to excuse us for a minute or two so I could. She requested me to push more and more with full thrust into her hot and wet vagina. I further increased my speed. I made hard strokes. She received each of my hard strokes skillfully throwing her hips up and up every time. I was romping fast. Saima sometimes entwined her legs with mine and some times threw upward. That gave me all sorts of pleasures. Saima was then in full excitement and was uttering words like I asked her “Madam, how is it, Baby? How do you feel? Speak up Madam, please.”.