“Fights lasts until one participants gives up or kicks the bucket. But, chillax dude our spooky, scary necromancers have you covered. The whole aren... is drenched in a Level 3 reviving spell, that will heal all wounds, including a sudden case of mortality, once the battle is concluded. Radical!”“Swagger your way trough the whole tournament and you will loot the grand price of a cool 50.000 Gold coins as well as a free mansion in the ritzy noble hill district of Rasheul! Swagalicious!”Excluding. "Brooke's wince was answer enough. "She's still losing weight. Practically a skeleton now."I grimaced and shook my head. "I wish there was something I could do."Brooke nodded. "Me too. But you're the problem, so you can't." Seems like I'm everyone's problem nowadays."Brooke didn't know what to say to that.I sighed and then gestured for her to follow me to my car. For some reason, I hadn't been able to bring myself to ride the motorcycle, even though it was brand new. The Triumph simply reminded. Jack desperately wants to make first string, so he goes all out anytime that he is near the ball. He stretched out and snagged the ball. Suddenly, Rich nailed him as he was stretched out fully. Just like he knew exactly where the ball was going to go. Jack landed on the ground with a thud. Rich looked down and said innocently, "You OK, Jack?" He helped him to his feet.Coach Caffrey called out, "What happened, Zack?"He replied, "Sorry, Coach, I kind of lost my grip on the ball."We all gathered. "Oh yea, that feels real nice, yea, you're a nasty football ain't ya? You've been thrown around by all the guys in the locker room, dirty whore", he moaned out while his son gummed his cock.Stewie kept screaming, but it did him no good, the vibrations from his throat only made his daddy harder. "Almost there... oh yea, oh yea, come on baby, right there, POW right in the kisser!" He shot his seed down his son's throat, and fell asleep right there, relaxing and loosening up. Not loose enough that.