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Holly’s comments from the The Pitstop Articles (C) Holly Wolfe group.

((It's okay))

Mercedes began to moan. "Oh Corey," he murmured.

Marisol smiled. "You want me to do more than teasing then?"

Knightmare nodded. "Yeah. . ." he said. "Say, you know any cute singles?"

Halo looked around. "I am hungry but I doubt you'll find that here. . . " he said.

Mercedes moaned and would've purred like a kitten had he been one. "Oh? Let's see 'em."

Marisol moaned even more. "Cobra," he whispered, teasing his nipples again.

"But I'm not afraid of you," Mercedes said. "Why would I be afraid of a man that loves me so much?"

Marisol moaned. "That you do," he whispered.

Mercedes blushed. "Ah, shoot," he said. "There goes my streak." He reached up and placed a kiss on Corey's cheek.

Marisol grinned broadly. "Feel nice?"

Knightmare shrugged. "Well. . . . I've had a few boyfriends that I thought I loved, no I did love, but they only wanted me in bed. . . I've never had a real boyfriend that loves me. . ."

Halo took the box. "You don't want anything else?" he asked as he peered around.

Knightmare blushed at their intimacy. "You two are very lucky," he said.

He shrugged. "It should as long as you apply it to my skin," he said. "I used the lower end brand before. . . "

Knightmare nodded. "That's a long time," he said. All of his relationships were lucky to last three weeks.

Halo studied the rack thoughtfully. "Hmmmm," he said. He reached out and grabbed a His/Her sensations pack. "How about this?"

Knightmare nodded. "Thanks," he said again. "So. . . how long have you two been a thing?"

Halo leaned his head on Ranger's shoulder, loving the fact that he was a whole head shorter than Ranger. He walked as close as possible to him as they entered the store.

Knightmare took his phone back. "Thanks," he said. He was glad he came to Strike, he had met some really nice guys.

Halo chuckled and blushed. "Of course. My type of gentleman would," he replied. "Someone can't wait to get in the bedroom." he added jokingly.

((^^))

((Hahaha, sorry. Go ahead and post))

((You didn't respond to post 2191. . .))

((You ain't intruding. Where'd your characters go?))

((Well, Mercedes and Corey aren't but Marisol and Cobra are))

Mercedes jumped forward and into Corey's arms. "I'm sorry, I want to be caught!" he chuckled.

Marisol smirked. "Great, now hold still," he said. Then he returned his thumb to Cobra's nipple.

Mercedes ran to the other side of the room tauntingly.

Marisol began to toy gently with one of Cobra's nipples. He moaned as Cobra continued to rub him.

Mercedes cocked his head. "I can give you that," he said. He jumped out of the pool and ran to the other end of the room. "Come get me and I'll let you make love to me!"

Marisol looked up at his chest. He reached up and grabbed either side of Cobra's torso, thumbs just below his nipples.

Mercedes kissed him back. "Of course," he said. "And this way, as fun as it was, we're not enemies."

Marisol moaned and arched more. He shook his head. "More!" he begged.

((^^))

"They won't have to know it's you. . . Not at the start anyway," he said. "And I'll coach you. . . you know, ride shot gun during your first few races and chases?"

Marisol moaned louder. He reached out shaky hands and grabbed Cobra around the wrist. "Please, take 'em off," he begged, referring to his pants.

((I back, I had dinner))

Mercedes pulled him back into the water and waited until he had resurfaced to continue speaking. "Go underground. Become a street racer," his eyes were sparkling.

Marisol nodded. "Uh huh," he moaned. "Just like that."

Mercedes frowned, then an idea began to form in his mind. "Hey, Officer," he said. "I think I know. . ."

Marisol arched against Cobra's hand, moaning.

((Sorry, gotta go))