He was relieved to have made it home without any embarrassing gestures to explain or hide. Walking into the living room, he noticed his little brother...sprawled on the leather sofa watching the game. “Dude. Did you get the stuff for dinner?” Sam questioned without breaking his attention. “Yeah, it’s in the truck.” countered Dean, slapping the top of Sam’s head. Dean plopped down on the over-sized chair, grateful for the expansive space he craved. He drew the smell of fine Italian leather into. I didn't mind a good game of poker, guessing if the other player was bluffing or really did have a good hand. This was more complex, though, because I needed to guess what strategy the other player was pursuing, so that I could effectively thwart it.Was I expected to realize that the 'gift' was already bound to my 'benefactor' and reject it, thus dishonoring them and 'revealing' my lack of honor? Or was I expected to naively accept a spy into my camp? If the latter, what did they hope to gain?. "We hope that we can reach a position of mutual appeasement through calm and deliberate discussion rather than through the blunt instrument of JTF Phalanx's military power," Bobby grandly announced.Manlius' face could have been carved from stone for all the emotion it showed. "At least the circus is over," he thought.Bobby's carefully staged media event completed; the cameras were quickly ushered from the room. Once the media had left, Bobby dismissed the meeting with a broad smile on his face. " He was lined up perfectly against her, and started to increase the pressure of his cock against her opening. Their eyes met again, there was a moment where Lily's body resisted, and then suddenly she was yelping and he was hissing as the head of his cock pushed inside her. He needed more, that was obvious from the way his body was humming with tension against her, but Ben stayed still until Lily stopped grimacing in pain. He kissed her, his tongue thrusting deep and his teeth raking her lips.