Mr. Armani paws at her tits, pinching her cherry red nipples. “Fuck my slutty asshole,” she whimpers. “Cream it. Unngh. Fill my pussy with your ...asty seed.”We do our best to comply, finding a rhythm that mirrors the viscously erotic music bubbling outside the cube.“I’ve never… I’ve never…” my hellion blubbers, tears of pleasure sliding from the corners of her eyes. She’s a swampy mess of arousal, fluid squirting out during a suddenly intense series of orgasms.“Why don’t we shut that pretty. "She smiled and we continued on to lunch. Once there, I couldn't help but notice, with the intense filial connection that we had rediscovered, that Jeanne seemed a little nervous."Jeanne, are you okay?"I was surprised to find that the words hadn't come out of my mouth, but out of Tommy's."Yeah," Jeanne said. "Why?" 'Cause you're bouncing up and down like a yo-yo," Tommy said. "The whole table's shaking." Sorry," Jeanne said. "I'm sorry. Mr. Collins said he was going to post the cast list this. “And I love you, too, Charlie.” I finished, trying to keep my voice even. “Does this make any sense?”“No,” Charlie giggled, a strange look of happiness and loss on her face as she, too, started to well up.There was a pause and I felt a brave need to carry on and explain myself: “This is weird. I’ve never felt for anyone like I’ve grown to feel for you two. I’ve fancied girls – pretty much all girls – for years, but I’ve never felt more than that for any them, and now I feel all weird and. They can watch a game, and go back to a play ten minutes prior to a goal and explain how it was all set up that long ago."Pick continued doodling on his triangle, drawing arrows up and down through each of the layers he had made. Gazing down, only half seeing his doodling, he said, "And then there are a few players, very damned few, who can mold a team around them, so they have almost created a living entity. That entity moves with purpose and coordination, and it's a thing of terrible.