I don't want Billy to get his ass in the wringer, in the event he proceeds with this ridiculous infatuation he seems to have for Margaret.I waited for...Ellen until five thirty, but when she hadn't gotten back by then I opened a couple cans of chicken noodle soup and started heating them up. I had just gotten settled at the table with my soup and some peanut butter and saltine crackers when I heard her car pulling up in front of the house.I heard her laughing and talking with somebody, so I knew. I grabbed his paws trying to prise his grip from my waist. That started him humping me again.The younger guy now joined us with a leash and slapped Fang hard on his rump with it.“Release!” he shouted and slipped the leash onto the dog’s stainless steel chain collar.Finally Fang released me and and allowed himself to be pulled away.“I’m sorry about that, lovely lady,” said the older biker. Now he was up close I could see a scar down his right cheek and a small skull and crossbones tattoo on his. "I dare you to leave them there," I whisper in your ear, as I lean in close to bite your earlobe. You gasp in pleasure, as I'm rarely so rough, although you have always told me how much you want me to be more forward."I kiss you again, harder this time, then climb off you, sitting up beside you on the bed. I lean over, bite your neck, run my lips down your chest, and circle your nipple with my tongue. You quiver, whispering my name under your breath. "Wha...?" I interrupt you, before you can. Her nipples were visibly erect through the tee-shirt cloth, her long dark hair still wet was draped over her shoulders and down her back. The sight aroused John, who was used to Tori in a softball uniform or practice sweats and always with her ponytail. She looked extra sexy with her hair down."Made you your favorite, let's eat," John announced."So this is how Softball life progresses. When I am 10 I get ice cream after games, but when I'm 16 I get filet mignon? "Tori said with a laugh. "What.