Another knock, louder this time. I open the door and Rick pushes past me into the room. “Come in,” I say sarcastically. “Thank you,” he says, ...atching my tone. “So…Kyle’s gone.” He makes it a statement, not a question, but then he raises his eyebrow at me, waiting. “Yes,” I say. I don’t owe Rick any explanations, so I’m not being very forthcoming. “And?” “And I’m still here,” I say, looking him fiercely in the eye. Daring him to make a move. Half hoping he will, half scared he won’t. I’m. This was a really bad idea.When Van managed to shake his head clear, he found himself lying on the driveway next to the door to his car. The last thing he could remember was Bobby's shoulders suddenly beginning to rise up as he'd moved to push him backwards. He had vague memories of a massive blow to the side of his face, followed by images of the ceiling spinning as he flew through the air. He then realized that his nose was dripping blood down his face and onto his shirt in an ever widening. She looks a little like a younger Christina Hendricks. The game was pretty uneventful, but it got hotter as the evening wore on, so the 3 of us had quite a bit to drink trying to beat the heat. By the time we left Michelle & Mike were both pretty sloppy. We made it to the car to start the 30 minute or so drive back to Mike & Lisa's house. Lisa drove, Michelle behind her, and I sat behind Mike who was in the passenger seat. It was long before Michelle was passed out with her head in my lap. I. There was a young man lying in the bed right next to the door. The head of the bed was against the wall nearest to the door and from her angle she could not see the young man's face or chest. But she could see that he was totally naked below. And she could see that the young man's hand was stroking his cock. It was an enormous cock, at least eight inches in length. But the length was not what impressed Rene the most; it was the thickness of his cock that Rene could not believe. It seemed to be.