I only eat a****ls.”Ryan just smiled and continued eating.“Tomorrow is day 5 of the week. It is called Friday.”“Right, tomorrow is Friday,” ...e smirked after swallowing his bite.“You have a plan tomorrow night? Like with another human?”“No I don’t have any plans usually. I spend most of my weekends reading or watching the SolarSys Network.”“Well I do not have plans made, and we do not have to do class or work on Saturday. Would you want to walk together for a small time after this dinner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.{if game_started = true}Deep in the Ranthambore jungle in India is a secret village, the Academy and a mysterious temple. The village is the home of only a few hundred or so people. The lives of the villagers is simple for their sole purpose is to teach and train the tributes that are housed in the Academy. The tributes came from various countries to the Academy every year, in hopes of staving off. All she had to do was just lifted her leg a little bit and he would slide home. Ohhhh wow, did he fill her up nicely!She was sitting on her bed and she realized that she was rubbing her pussy as she remembered his cock, her cock. Grrrrr, she clinched her teeth in frustration as she fell back onto her bed and an orgasm forced a growl from her throat. It was a nice orgasm, but not the one she really needed. She pulled the covers over her body and closed her eyes as she pictured that big hard. I was twenty-one years old, and Roger was twenty-five. We'd been married for a little over three years, I guess when Stacy was born.But having Stacy somehow changed Roger. I can't explain it other than he slowly became more distant, more goal-orientated. He was obsessed with work and spent more and more time at the office.He started going in early and working late into the evening. When he did come home, he was so tired that more times than not, he'd fall asleep in his chair. I would ask him.