" Oh, yeah? What's my type?" Short, dark hair, cute butt, big eyes," you rattle off quickly, "and that look in her eye that makes you think she'd be f...n to throw around." That's you. You're just describing you," I laugh, running my fingers up and down her back, playing with her bra strap where it crests over her shoulder."I mean, yeah, I'm fun as fuck to throw around," you say, smiling up at me. "But watching you stare at her tonight, you looked like you had a few plans for her too," you. Sophie was pretty out of it at the moment in more ways than one; evident by the fact that she hadn’t noticed that it wasn’t me that had been touching her, but kissing her ... that might be pushing things too far.“Please!” Hanna said hoarsely, pure need dripping from the word.I looked from her to Sophie speculatively. Sophie was moaning so softly that it was barely audible; shifting around in her bonds and gyrating her hips as if she was searching for the tongue that had been so intently lapping. My hands caressing her ass, and pulling her against me. We finally let go of this first moment and she took me upstairs…. excited as we then got to the bedroom, standing next to it we began again the intensity and rushed pleasure of two needing to be together. Rikki went to remove my clothes, unbuttoning my shirt, my helping her, as she went to work on my pants… Her excitement to expose me to her was felt by me our moment of finally experiencing each other. She happy that I was finally out of. Most of your stuff was already written. Beth and I were talking about what she wanted on the page about the last game. I didn't want to let you in on it because you'd want to update it yourself and would end up ruining everything." I haven't even gotten to the page about today's game."I went back one page and clicked on the picture of the scoreboard. The header was "Congratulations Basset for a Game Well Played." There were several pictures of the game, including one of the two lines of players.