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They were opposites in many ways. Bobby was blond, tall and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a runner and a russian musician; Carl was dark-haired, stocky and had been an amateur boxer and had a crooked nose as a result. Bobby was into music and the arts and liked to camp and hike; Carl liked to work on cars, go hunting and fishing and stay at the Best Western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales rep for an athletic wear manufacturer and played music on the side; Carl was a manager for a firm that refurbished metro buses. But they were good friends, shared the same sense of humor, and made it a point to get together every few months for a night out. This story Hardcore begins on one of those nights. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 years old, and it was a Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to meet at one of their old hangouts, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they’d gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and wine license, but sold no hard liquor. It was known for cheap pitchers, live music and a high threshold for craziness, at least back when they were in school. Bobby lived about forty-five minutes away from campus and Carl lived an hour away in the opposite direction so they drove separately and met out front of anal The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two bottles of beer and a pitcher of Coke, and then found a small table off to the side and took seats. The beers were mostly for show. The small pitcher of Coke was for the bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket. The place was dead for a Friday, which made sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and most students had gone home for the holiday. Only two other tables were occupied in addition to a handful of regulars at the bar. There shaved was a trio setting up on stage. While Carl tits surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcher of Coke, Bobby went over to the band to introduce himself, as musicians are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any mutual musical friends. Carl filled one of the tumblers the beertender had given them with Coke from the pitcher, then cradling the pitcher in his lap, emptied a third of the rum into it. He valued his professional image, which is why during the week, you couldn’t catch him in public without a nice shirt, and his gold watch on his small wrist along with some cash in his pockets. I didn't like the idea much in the shaved beginning, but he is my boyfriend. She could see russian the flashes as her use was recorded. Hell, there was even a brand new popcorn machine in the corner. Carol, well she just likes to fuck and suck as much as she can. More peculiar though was that a strange black bag had been placed near her right Hardcore ankle. I shook my perky boobs, my tits nipples so hard on top. I wanted to cover myself but... I couldn't imagine what had caused her to think anal I would do that—that I wouldn't want to be with her. This was getting better and better, he thought. Linda wasn't sure if she should reply to anything else but just in case she I hit the button.