At one of the working group meetings, Brandy and I proposed that our sororities would jointly rent a big dual clock, and would jointly hire a wrestlin... referee and clock operator, and would be reimbursed out of the already swelling advance ticket sales. The Kaps wanted to know why we didn't want them to do hire the ref and clock op directly. We said we wanted them to be working for the participants, not the promoters. They muttered something about us not trusting them and of course, they were. " Lara took a bite of her sandwich. "He's probably all messed up, too." That's not my fault." Ryan pushed her plate away. "I can't help it that we got the tour. I can't help that I had to go after he made his plans. It's not like I asked him not to go to Michigan." Ryan, come on. You don't think you're overreacting just a little?" No." I think you are." I thought you were my best friend. You should be on my side."Lara snorted out a laugh. "I am on your side, idiot. That's why I'm talking to. ....''i was arm pull and tied in the back of my computer chaishe turn me as i yell at her ''what the fuck you stupid bitch untie my hand im fucking going to....''''going to what? her dress lift up a hard big strapon less cock in her hand''you are crazy i will tell my mom you......doooommmmfffffffff mmmeeeeeeggggggggg hugggg huggggggg guuuiiillll''''ohhhh look at that , no more talking with a big cock in your mouth''''you think you are a tought guy? tought lil punk think he is cool acting like. ’ ‘You’d better believe it. Hold still.’ ‘What?’ Having finished off the last mouthful of his sandwich, he leaned across the table towards me, touching the tip of his finger to my top lip. ‘Messy girl,’ he murmured, showing me the smear of tomato ketchup on his fingertip before raising it to his own lips and licking it off. Oh boy. A prickle of awareness rippled down my spine, my lip tingling where he’d touched it. ‘Well,’ I said hesitantly, helpless to stop that now familiar heat flooding.