Quickie in the Libary

The biggest and strongest, by far, was the unofficial leader Paul Martin who, at six feet four and two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, looked as though he was just itching for a fight. But before anything could be said or done Scarlett spoke. “You’re going to have to let him go soon, teen Sean. He’s turning cyanotic.” Then Ralph interrupted. “I’ve never seen you guys in here before. Where are you from?” “We live in Reading,” one of the buddies said. “Then why aren’t you there? Don’t they have bars in Reading?” “We would be, but he’s been thrown out of almost half of them.” “Yeah…well, he’s being thrown out of this one, too. Get out and don’t come back.” He emphasized his point by banging The Equalizer on the bar. I frog walked him to the door, but Scarlett stopped me before I got there. “Hold on for just a second, Sean.” No sooner had she finished than she reared back and slapped her antagonist so hard his head jerked back even though I was holding him in an iron grip. “That’s for treating me like a piece of meat. Maybe the next time you’ll stop and think before becoming an obnoxious ass. Be happy I only slapped your face. What you really deserve is a good kick in the balls…maybe two.” By now I had reached the door so I gave him a shove out just as Fred was walking in. I introduced Scarlett to him and to Ralph and I thanked The Forgers for having my back by buying a round. Scarlett and I left fifteen minutes later in Fred’s company in case the idiot had stuck around cumshot hoping for some revenge. He was nowhere to be seen so I thanked Fred, driving home in only a ball licking few minutes. Scarlett stopped me when we were in the family room to take my blood pressure with a machine that she had kept in pov the kitchenette for a possible emergency and checked my abdomen for possible injury. My blood pressure was normal—107 over 63—and Scarlett’s tapping and probing detected no signs of weakness or injury to my abdomen. “I don’t understand how you did that. It looked like he punched you really hard.” “I saw the sucker punch coming. That’s always the act of a coward. I’ve seen it maybe three or four times before and it never has been successful. I was able to flex my abdominals and hold them so what he hit was a bit of a surprise to him.” “I was surprised you didn’t try to hit him back.” “Well…wrestlers don’t usually punch people although there titty fuck are some obvious exceptions like Michael, Troy, and my ex-mother in law. We usually know enough to take the average opponent down pretty easily and even more important we know how to keep him down. I’m really beat why don’t we go up and take a shower before turning in?” Scarlett pulled me up from the chair and led me to the bedroom where she insisted on stripping me and washing my body as we kissed and fondled each other. I marveled at how responsive Scarlett was, by far the most responsive woman I’d ever been with although we still hadn’t made love. It was an enjoyable movie, lots of action, great color graphics and a beautiful redheaded mermaid. “I was tricked! I put her swollen clit in my mouth and sucked on it while I played with it with my tongue. Prestira took a mouse from the cage and let it run freely around the room. “Well, they say being pregnant makes you horny and... I must be gleaming with my wanton teen excitement. "TIE THEM TO THE LARGE RINGS THROUGH MY AUREOLES," she instructed them. Take that cock Jill." pov “What?” Julia’s hushed voice. I was tracing the folds with my finger, nice flower you have here I said. cumshot And she thought I was the god! Normally, I’d reach up to the top shelf in the garage, but today I’ll need the stepstool.” I kissed Scarlett then we walked into the garage for my twenty quart soup pot. The Sergeant you spoke to said you really didn't say anything but the statement, uh, Melissa gave to him doesn't really match what the video feeds show." The mean little man wasn't totally strict about all talk, as long as it was subdued. The girls huddled around me, each of them with a hand on my cock, and fighting over whose was in control of it. “I guess that rule number 2 will have to be that you sit on a towel every time that you are sitting on any kind of fabric.” Jack said when I got up telling them that I had to go to the bathroom. “I am nothing” Janika said, frigging shamelessly and pinching cruelly at her own nipple. I laughed at how bold this Molly was. The tears welling up in each other's eyes was telltale of the desire and love that was coursing through their bodies, ball licking as the realization of titty fuck all the years spent burying and denying the possibility that such a bond could exist. CHAPTER 4