The boy was like Chris, a Mordis, he looked about five, but was probably nine or ten. Two of his lower arms were broken, and it looked as if he had a ...oncussion. The way things worked, Twise, the man to loose his upper body, regulated who could, and couldn't, use the facilities. His men stood guard over the medical door. These I did not kill, but they collected a kick and a punch to the sternum. They only carried a club between them, and did not deserve to die.The little boy was set on the. The heat rose in both of them. Megan wrapped her arms around his neck. He started to step forward and she followed. Her legs hit the bed and she felt his weight against her. Her body toppled backwards and he landed on top of her. Kevin broke the kiss and ran his hand along her body. His fingers traced the cup of her breast and Megan moaned. He moved his body down and wrapped his mouth around her nipple. He used his other hand to caress her other tit. Her hands ran carelessly across his head,. ’ Once my pants were off my dick was hard as a rock. Tisha laid down on the table and I plunged my big dick into her pussy. I dug in there in and out, to and fro, thrusting and penetrating until she begged for more. ‘Oh, fuck’, she said, ‘oh fuck me. Fuck me more. Keep that dick in me. Aaaaaaaah! Oh, yeah. Oh, it’s so big. Oooooooooh! Ooooh, my pussy wants more. Go deeper. Go…aaaaaaaaaah! Hmmmmmmmmm. Your dick is so hard. Oh, your dick is so hard. Aaaaaaaaah! Oh shit. Oh shit! Deeper! Deeper!. I didn't know until we got there that I was the only girl. All the other Wife?s and Girlfriends could care less about football. They had bought a box sweet so we were away from the crowd. I was dressed in a white Raiders cutoff top with no bra of course. White Raiders thong and Black short shorts kind of how I always dress for that kind of thing. Well maybe it was a little to much for the game it was a Monday night Game and they always seem to get everyone going. We were all drinking and it.