"They won't come off!" Ryan said in a panicky tone."Here, take off your top and let me take a look at them," said Paul."It's probably some sort of glu... that's keeping them on."Ryan slipped off his top."Wow," exclaimed Paul. "They look so real."Ryan looked down at the large breasts attached to his chest.Paul moved closer and examined them. He shook his head in disbelief. "Idon't see a seam. I mean it looks like they're part of you." That's impossible," stated Ryan as he felt around for a. A ... Bitch!!! They were holding the meeting out in the open right in front of me! These kids really were green! I wished for an M4 (the short barrel version of the standard M16 assault rifle). A single long burst of automatic fire would have wiped out the whole bunch of them in short order. Oh, well, I would make do with what I had.Naturally, I had reloaded all of my revolvers as soon as I had ducked away from the cave entrance the last time, so I was fully prepared to take advantage of this. As we were exiting game, a massive brawl broke out and some Canadian guy actually tried to drag My Slut Boi into the fight when he attempted to help break it up. I was totally pissed off when some random “loser” actually threatened My Slut Boi. I did not want to see any cops involved or watch someone get beaten by My Slut Boi, so I tried my own methods of calming down aggressive men and breaking up a fight. I immediately ripped open my jacket, flashed my tits, and loudly announced “This fight. ”Ana nodded and went to the locker room, where she changed into gym shorts and a tank top. She grabbed a ball and went out to the outdoor court to shoot a little more, arriving back in the gym in time to watch the last few minutes of practice. Number 23 was the point guard on the team, and she was a real player, no doubt about that; she was quick, could handle the ball, was a sharp passer, and had a nice pull-up jump shot. Was she showing off for Ana? Maybe a little bit.She was also very cute.