I really don’t.’ He sneered. ‘So, on those occasions when it becomes…necessary…I always make it count.’ He stepped in close, breathing hea...y, and she backed up, the backs of her legs bumping against the desk. ‘I figure, if I have to teach a lesson to one of my girls, then I owe it to them to make it the lesson of a lifetime.’ He leaned in even closer, licking his lips, voice becoming a whisper. ‘And I know you understand me.’ Quickly, with shaking hands, she began pulling the clothes from her. I was jealous and rock hard.Ashley was finally put down by Chris. Ashley was pulling her dress down a little embarrassed looking around the party. Still with a smile on her face though. She turned to Chris. “Of course you could take my shot for me, sweetie! You’re far better than I am that’s for sure. Just be sure you make it!” Ashley said, winking at Chris. Chris smirked, “Well if I’m gonna make this shot I think I’m going to need some luck and as I recall-”In mid sentence, Chris lifts up. .yes..yes.”When her hold on my head relaxed, I realized that ol’ Fat Boy was standing at full attention. Never one to waste a second, nor an opportunity to complete a mission, I straightened up and entered her slick snatch, easily. Katie’s eyes popped open as she gasped, “Damn, you Don. You just made me have a heart attack, now you’re tearing my pussy apart. Oh, my fucking God… why, why, why?”“Why, what?” I asked as my dick hit bottom and my balls began slapping against her ass.“Why in the. He sat down at around ten minutes to six and asked me to pass the nuts. I had moved them when I sat down so he would have to ask me for them. He thanked me."No problem, brotherhood of the bar nuts," I said.He chuckled. "Beer," he called out to the bartender. He was a regular. There was no need to specify any further.The lead-in to the six o'clock news mentioned a story about Kim Basinger."If only I wasn't married," he said. "She was just in Nine 1/2 Weeks. I damn near melted." I prefer Michele.