"I've checked every cluster twice. There is no reason why those lines don't work." Something has to be wrong," Kirstie Taylor's voice was filled with ...rustration. Holland was in one of his moods and most of them had been up for close to thirty hours with only a short nap here and there."So what is it?" Bok Phan asked from the back of the room. It didn't matter what the other woman's reply was; the look in his eyes was the result of too little sleep and too much work. He was itching for a fight.. Joey had been hanging right on the line, so I was kinda worried. “Gallager—South Coral Jr Hgh---125 and ¼. Sorry k I d, your gonna be 4 ounces over. Unless you can drop it by noon, you'll have to step up to Featherweight.”Joey stepped off the scale and just looked at me. As if that weren't bad enough, we noticed in the other line was the punk from school that was beating him up all the time. He weighed in at Batamweight---and although Joey was nervous about fighting him, he desperately wanted. She felt warm all over, ready to fuck and have a her pussy filled with a hard cock now.Her Danny chuckled, a reassuring sound. “Not until five. What would you like to do after I knock off for the day?”“I want something to eat.”“Dinner, then?”“Dessert first.” She walked over to him, and whispered in a low, sexy tone in his ear. “I lost my panties.” Running a finger up her leg from below the knee, she caught the hem of her skirt with one finger, and displayed her hip, nothing but skin, up to her. I opened the door and you pushed onto my bed. I flipped over to my surprise you jumping on me, and pulling off my shorts again. You then grabbed my hardening dick and gave it a few strokes. You knelt over my dick with your juices running down your thighs. You lifted my dick, and slowly sat down. My dick of 6 inches filled your pussy like it was the right piece to the puzzle. It was so tight and wet and warm. I loved it, you were gyrating your hips and then starting pumping up and down, and then.