If we had ten more like her we'd be state champions. You might be bigger..." he looked at Brian. "And you might be faster, and you might even have dic...s!"There was some smirking but Coach looked around and it got quiet again real quickly."Havin' a dick never won a football game! Being bigger never won a football game! You gotta have balls if you wanna be champions!" He looked at me, "You gotta have balls to walk in a boys locker room with tits! Ya'll go ahead and piss her off; I'm staying out. The standard method for defense at that time was to divide into battle groups with about two war-chanters and six blade masters and few rangers. The war-chanters would confuse the enemies with their illusions and sound bursts and protect the blade masters who would then run straight into the confused enemy formations and cause major havoc before falling back again. The rangers would try to suppress enemy leaders and mages, forcing them to concentrate on defensive measures instead of doing. "Wesley leapt at her like an animal pouncing on its prey. Troi cried out as helanded on top of her, knocking the wind out of her and stabbing her hard inthe thigh with his dick. Before she had recovered her breath he was laying ontop of her and had his tongue down her throat. Far from a passionate kiss,Troi felt like she was having a dental exam. His fat tongue jammed up anddown her throat as he sucked and slobbered all over her. From her perspectiveit was all hazy and kind of nice. She could. Shocked, he started to say something but she pushed his face down into her. The familiar smell hit him, and he couldn’t help himself. He started licking her wet pussy.He had forgotten all about the two men who were behind him, staring at his bare ass, until he felt a hand grip his cock. He started to say something, but his tongue hit the right spot and Heather orgasmed. Instead he slid two fingers into her and kept licking. The hand down below slowly, steadily rubbed his hard cock, and he.