What would you two like for dinner?" PIZZA!!" They said together."Okay. You call for one while I get dressed."Forty minutes later, our pizza arrived. ...e sat at the kitchen table eating, and listening to their stories about the day. I noticed how Brit was now looking at me. It was a look I've seen many times when a woman was sexually interested in a man. There were even times that she would drop a napkin, or a topping from her pizza would fall to the floor, and she'd bend down looking at my. There was no other way to describe her except sweet and delicious to the point that he knew that he could never get enough of her, almost as if she were a drug that he would never be able to overcome nor would he ever want to, he was more than content at the thought of being within her forever. He met her lips once more, his kisses chaste but passionate as her arms snaked under his to hold him close, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as her hips rolled up to meet his every thrust, her. “Let's see... No, no, that's a junior. And a sophomore and... Here we are. Ase Westerberg.”The crowd cheered as I watched the blushing freshman lurch to her feet, her short, light-brown spilling about her face as she descended down the stairs from the bleachers. I smiled at her, clapping my hands together. A few girls shouted, “Let's see that futa-cock!”I giggled. “And for the last futa... Oh, yes, this is perfect.” President McTaggart held up the slip of paper while the cheerleaders shook. ." the captain shook his head in disbelief.They talked a while longer with the captain ordering Dev to write up a report on exactly what happened, and to have it on the Captain's desk by the noon meal, after which he was dismissed back to his platoon.Dev had a small office in the company's headquarters, and went in there to write up his report. He finished it within an hour, and sent it over to the captain via a clerk. He then decided to go over the platoon's books that had been taken from the.