As I got home, I saw there was a message on the answering machine. It was from my dad, telling me to get dinner started as he was on his way home. He ...hen told me my uncles Rob and Randy were coming to stay for the weekend. At this my heart sank. I couldn’t spend the weekend worshipping Jack and dad’s cocks when my uncles were staying over. They didn’t know what we got up to.I started dinner (a simple pasta, I’m a rubbish cook) with Jack’s help. He was just as annoyed with Rob and Randy being. Lisa told him, "We didn't learn hand to hand as a game, we learned it as a means to stay alive and to defend others."Wanda jumped in, "I was originally taught as you have been, but was later taught at a dojo to become more offensive and deadly in my attacks. The game is fun, but the way I was last taught is faster and takes more concentration."Don was in the middle of the mats and assumed a proper beginning pose, "Bring it on, Ladies, I want to see this for myself."It took less than thirty. Roommates with Miles. RETCON: Difference from Chapter 1: In order to not confuse body type, Garrett will no longer be described as "lanky."-Diego: 5'10", beefcake, South American descent, noted as having well trimmed chin goatee and side burns and curly black hair. Frequently dresses like a frat brother. Very sociable and confident. Sexuality is a bit of a mystery at this point, as it's unknown if he was flirting or not. No roommate.Please leave comments with constructive criticism or how you. She looked down, and saw, to her horror that it was a gun. The man moved it up her leg, and lifted the front of her skirt. It moved up further, until it was cold against the thin material of her panties. She look up, and saw the second man was hold his cock, rubbing it slowly. He seemed to leer at her. The guy spoke, breaking the silence. “Give him a blow job.” She knew it was a command, and not a request. She went to move away, but the gun barrel prodded her. “No, lean over and do it.”She.