If the size of Lori's chest wasn't enough to pull your eyes to her and make you stare at the dangling strings, the impression she was going to explode...out of the top of her dress at any moment certainly did.DJ found that he kept hoping that the dress would give up the fight and surrender to the obvious outcome and let her breasts roam naked and free. Lori had somehow managed to supercharge his hormones the moment he saw her.Trying to not be obvious DJ kept checking Lori out because he wasn't. Last week, when she had called to check up on Robert it was a woman's voice crying out, "Yes! Oh, Yes!" that triggered the voice- activated videocom link. Mercedes saw all too well why Robert himself had not answered. The automatic camera zoomed in on the speaker, a voluptuous woman with long flaming red curls riding Robert's upthrust prick, crying out and coming repeatedly. "Do it Bobby! Make me your pregnant slut!" Oh God, Mercedes thought, could that be Ruth Morris? As if that were not bad. It was just me and where the ball would be. And how hard I could hit it.We rallied for an hour and were both dripping with sweat when our hour was up and there was new respect between the two of us.“You sure as hell better make it to semi-finals,” Randy growled at me as we left the court. “That’s where we’ll meet next.” I didn’t care about brackets. I only cared about destroying opponents.The entire tournament would last three days. That meant that if you were in the hunt, you were playing two. I gathered courage and planted a kiss on her lips. She initially turned her face away from me but I then grabbed her tightly and kissed her again .She then did not move. I smooched her .Our lips were touching each other for two to three minutes. She started responding and we kissed passionately for more two minutes. I opened my mouth and let my tongue slide in her mouth. The feeling was sensational. Our tongues were playing with each other for a quite some time. My right hand moved towards her.