Whether I am watching the game (in whatever seasonit happens to be), shooting pool, playing darts, or just hanging out withthe other patrons; I don't ...ften feel the need to be lit to do any of it.So what am I doing in a bar at one in the afternoon, you ask? Simple, I amplaying hooky.My name is Donald McCloud, Don to just about everyone who knows me. A goodstrong Scottish name, don't you think? Well, I look just the tiniest bitmore Scottish than a French Poodle. At the age of 29, standing at. Damn, he was sporting a hard on that looked like a small tree stump. I guess to him it looked like I was focused on his genitals or something. I looked up and could tell he wanted to "play". I sat back raised my hands and waived that I wasn't interested, his smile got broader, he had a towel wrapped around his shoulders and kept his eyes on me for a few seconds, I did however continue "inspecting" his appendage, slowly he started moving his hips side to side essentially waving his dick at. "He saw her nostrils flare as her body geared up, her lips parting to show the tips of her fangs. He went in for the kill."Elaina," he growled, "You're a predator. I don't think you need to feed; I think you need to hunt."Rob saw the last of the rainbows fade from her eyes to be replaced with the verdant glow of her irises. He saw his own eyes reflected in hers as they brightened in response to her predatory instincts. A smile full of teeth spread across her face."We hunt!" she snarled.She. "What now?" she asked in a breathless voice full of mixed emotions. Pete winked. "Now it's time for the main event." "Finally!" He chuckled, spun her around and pushed her toward the bed. "As much as I love you wearing that, I need you to take it off. Strip for me and then climb on the bed." Michelle licked her lips and began to slowly release the chains that kept the panels of the mini-dress closed. Her hands slid across her skin. She teased her flesh with her nails, and stroked her pussy with.