Well, too bad; we’re going to Leo’s, and I know you love their prime rib sandwich. Well, I gotta run; the guys are already in the car, waiting for...me.”“Leo’s, huh? Fancy, not to mention nowhere near Derek’s studio.” I was envisioning Alli in one of those cozy, very private U-shaped booths, braless, as I knew she was, her tiny panties wet, trapped between Derek and his male model, Jason, legs touching, hands busy beneath the table…“We’re going over to the studio this afternoon. We met at Jason’s. You always get your way. You know no boundaries. I wanted that PB and J last week. That is why. And I am going to get it. Jim was wearing only his boxers. He started stroking himself. Mmm, jelly flavor, my favorite he said quietly. Jim, you don’t want to do this. I can make you a grilled cheese. Jenny exclaimed. “Its too late for that!” Jim yelled back. You have always laughed at me and made me look like an ass clown. Well who is the ass clown now?! Jim removed his boxers and. Part of his bargain with the former KGB Agents was the acquisition of three so-called "Suitcase Nukes" with a hypothetical 1-kiloton yield that can be carried by a person, albeit very heavy. The original plan was to thwart any cooperation between the US and Russia and to start a World War. In reality, the KGB Agents figured Pitts was indeed unstable, and while they played his "I am the Lord" game the bombs consisted of some plastic explosive and some x-ray material stolen from the "Radioactive". Sure, there was definitely a slight tinge of jealousy, inadequacy, or however you choose to describe it. But, as he started to grind away, I observed what ecstasy she was in. The more her mouth fell open with uncontrolled moans, the more I found myself mesmerized at watching her in complete oblivion. I felt somehow more in tune with what she was feeling.The only other guy we had played with at that time was fun and exciting, but was nowhere near the body melting, orgasmic fuck this guy had.