“Game to 11?”“Sure.”“Your outs,” said Christina. “I hope you’re a good loser.”“We’ll see,” answered Ana, who was used to trash...talk and not phased by it. Dribbling in, Ana backed Christina down into the post, faked one way, spun the other, and dropped in a layup with her left hand. She saw the expression on Christina’s face change immediately; she was going to have to take this seriously, and her eyes narrowed into a mask of intensity. They were beautiful eyes, Ana couldn’t help noticing — big. Three of the guys were married so I asked them to leave, telling them this was just for single men. I ask everyone to gather around and told them that I knew it was their last night in town and that I wanted to make it special for them. I explained how I had been in their shoes 15 years before and I knew what they were going to go through and then I told them my wife had a fantasy of being gangbanged. You should have seen their eyes light up! I told them that at 7:30 anyone interested could. For some reason, the idea that she might be going home with a different man the following night didn’t sit well with him. For crying out loud, he didn’t even know her name! Well that was something he could easily fix, he thought, stopping abruptly and holding her away from him slightly as he gazed down on her upturned face. She looked up questioningly, her eyes meeting his steadily and again he felt that familiar tug, only this time as well as it affecting his lower regions, there was a. ”“You are so very much alive on your back,” I laughed with him. Slowly, but before our drying cum and sweat locked us together like cement, I crawled to the side of the bed.“You’ll say good-bye, right?” I asked and he smiled.“Of course,” He grinned, “Now go, I should wake up Raena.”He didn’t move and didn’t look like he was ready to move. I padded from the bed across the carpet. I didn’t envy the girls who had to clean up after Matthew.“I can’t wait!” Gwen was ecstatic. She was kneeling in the.