So, it was pretty well inevitable that the appearance of a couple of young men in our number during our stay at the Paradise Hotel would exacerbate th... growing fractures in the band.“There’s a fucking man in my room!” exclaimed Bertha as she burst in on Andrea and I while we were resting in our shared bedroom, slightly stoned from our cut of Judy’s Tijuana stash.“Not just one man,” said Philippa who followed behind and was just as disgusted. “There’s two of them! Where do they come from?”“Hey!”. “That monkey thing?”“Monkey thing?” Mrs Zucker asked. “What do you--There’s a corpse twenty feet down the hill! What do we do with her?”“Mom stop.” Emmy said. “She’s the only one who knew what--”“She killed him!” Samira burst into tears.“She killed her partner?” Mr Henson said. “Why?”“No, the monkey thing.” Mr Zucker said.“I killed the monkey thing.” Jen said. “We called him Nut.”Agent Parker snorted. “My brother called his one Nut.” She shook her head. “He said Nn-Nut a lot. He was talking. It was totally different." You're not a lesbian, Irene. I'm not and I loved it. But it's not the same." You mean? Like? It can be that good with a man?" I began to suspect at that point that Irene was stringing Val along. I'd heard what she'd said earlier and I knew she wasn't about to admit that she was playing around with Val's husband but I was sure also that she was thoroughly heterosexual (or maybe bisexual... but definitely not homosexual.)"But? With Bill it wasn't like that." Oh God,. Dave mimicked this action upon each of the fingers, enjoying just how simple and easy it was to do and how much humiliating pain it incited in poor little role model becky. I had grown tired of abusing her thighs and ass and even that wet swollen engorged pussy mound coupled by wounded assaulted pussy lips, and so instead chose to take one of the chalks for the wooden pool cue and place it in between clit and hood, making sure the blue part was entirely upon the sensitive place before I jammed.