It seems...the girls had heard Dean had a date with Jordan Carver that Saturday night...well...these mischievous girls, Anya, Christy and Taylor, came up with a, uh, very mischievous plan...they all three knew the pride with which Dean took his prowess with billiards...and they decided to challenge him to a great duel on the table.......so, early on the very morning of the Saturday on which he was to have his date with Jordan, they knocked unexpectantly at Dean's place...well, he was at first sooo pleased to see the busty young ladies at his door...but their challenge took him aback...they said, "We will each in turn play you a game of pool...if you win at least two out of three, you get to play with us for one hour each, and you get to go on your date with Jordan...if, however, you don't win at least two out of three, you cancel you date with Jordan and spend the entire weekend with the three of us!!!"
....Dean pondered, long and hard, and hard some more...he really wanted to go on this date with Jordan...it was only their third date and while she had allowed Dean to get to the proverbial third base he was confident that tonight he would be able to hit that homerun...he also knew, he was a very good billiards player...
...inspite of his confidence...as soon as he saw Anya chalking up her stick...he knew he wa in trouble...and then, the way she went after the balls, alternating between gentle nudges and hard hits, the way she stroked the stick, back adn forth, back forth, carefully taking aim...well, it was all Dean could do stay even with her...but then, at that chritical moment...with the 8 ball remaining for him..he sank it in...oh how sweet...even Anya had to admit...yes, Dean really was good at sinking the shot when it was most needed...
...well, if he thought Anya's stroke was good, Christy's was great...yes...the balls went everywhere she wanted them to...it was amazing...a great deal of the time, Christy had control of the table...Dean had to just stand off to the side, holding onto his stick...hoping for a crack..uh, at the game...sadly, Dean lost...but he still was able to make one of his claccis bank shots...and, Christy had to admit, yep, that was a good one...the score was 1 to 1...Dean still had a chance...Taylor was the least gifted pool player of the three...so Dean thought he was in good shape to win the match...
...well, frankly, Taylor cheated...but it didn't really matter...as soon as he caught Taylor cheating...he had cellphone in hand...Jordan, honey...I am sooo sorry but something's come up...
As I've blooged before, I really like Anya and will refer the reader to that particular post, except let me just state the obvious...is that a vidion or not? Oh, that lovely, hanging titty hanging down is soooo nice...and the thought of being able to make those huge honeys swing back and forth, back and forth while giving due attention of her from behind is...well, you know..
As for Christy Marks...indulge me a moment...I recently lost a bed buddy who bore an incredible resemblence to Christy Marks, although a bit older and fuller in the hips...alas, my lovely maiden got married...nevermind that all during her engagement she was eager and willing to romp and since, in her words, I was like Charlie in Two and a Half Men, except without the money and the beach house in Malibu...she needed to move on since I wouldn't commit....
I don't know anything about Taylor...except to say that is the only way I would allow a spot or two to get on my pool table top...
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