“Jack Mitchell?”
Jack looked the same as I had remembered. He rose from the pool table, adjusting his shirt to perfect his look, hiding the treasure trail, and walked around the table, stopping a foot in front of me. Hentai I leapt from the chair, snatched my drink (which was impossibly better than the one just before), and playfully shoved Jack in the butt toward the tables… finding that he had the tightest glutes I’d ever laid hands on. Jesus Christ. I’ll deal. “I see you’ve calmed down quite a bit. Grab your drink and bring it to the pool room so I can show you what skill is.”Aww, hell no he did not just challenge me!
