Leaning over was sure to reveal more than an eyeful -- and most likely a nipple – all to the delight of the buff men that were already captivated by...Brooke’s sexuality. It oozed from her and enveloped the men around her like a fog that they could not escape. Nor did they want to. She was captivating, and John grew uneasy as men openly stared at her, lust in their eyes, and sex clearly on their minds. There was no doubt what each man looking at Brooke wanted to do with her. Dancing was only a. An abandoned manufacturing facility long since left to decay by the authorities, far enough out that it was deemed too costly to demolish or protect from squatters, the dust, vermin and time allowed the privilege of sealing its fate. That's why it was perfect. Out of sight, out of mind. Those that picked up the coded messages advertising the date of each game knew the challenge was not necessarily winning. It was getting there and back undetected. Past the patrols. Past the checkpoints. Past. “I got it offa prostitute I busted a while back. It expired two years ago but it should still be fine. It’s been in my trunk the whole time.”“Whatever. Just put it on already,” she huffed and shifted her body to recline on the seat. He stared between her legs.“You don’t look very big down there,” he said poking her hole with his finger. “How in the hell can you take that big black cock? I was expecting to see a big gaping hole.”“Could you please not talk and just do it? I really have some place. ’ A loud cheer rang out when Wayne pulled Jada into his arms and kissed her, both of them absolutely assured that they were true soul mates as soon as their lips met… On January 1, 1987, Capt. Brad Seldon flew his wife and his youngest brother, along with his soul mate, to Las Vegas. He and Barbie smiled at each other as they served as witnesses for the legal joining of Wayne and Jada in marriage. The next day, they’d have to begin the arduous process of filing for her permanent residence.