"Forget the icon Hove, it is but a diversion. A device to fool the uncertain follower. All it does is help the illuminati in their quest to rule us al.... Gain the mind of man and his heart will soon follow" Yes, precisely - my thoughts entirely Ned. So we destroy the icon, and free them!" You miss my point, we must expose the icon for the subterfuge it is. We must undermine the mind games of the illuminati. It is the only way, and somewhere there is a clue how to do it. The clue is what we must. Deanna set the empty 23 ouncer down just as she finished her story. “I am so horny,” Deanna admitted, “and so drunk I will do the first person that asks me tonight.”“Do you still think about that fantasy we talked about before?” Brittany asked. She now wore a serious look on her face.The question referred to one night when Deanna and Brittany were sloshed, and in a lustful mood, Deanna admitted that she fantasized about a woman. Brittany revealed that she had been with a woman before and would. “It really was forbidden. No, images allowed in the house. The Sunday supplements are censored; most don’t get seen by Dad, let alone me.” “Yet, I have teased you since we picked the car up yesterday? I flaunted myself, I was shameless.” “And I loved every moment of it, thank you. You’ve made me think that it’s alright to desire and to have fantasies.” “Sight and vision can have other dimensions of excitement Kenny. You used the words, ‘forbidden fruit’. Did you enjoy using the binoculars to. I popped into the shop and told Mr. Patel that his son could pick them up from behind the gate in the morning. That suited everyone, but when I got back into the garden, I was met by a pair of shapely legs staggering up the garden path. I couldn't see the rest of her for the big box of onions she was threatening to lose grip of."Help me Tommy." she laughed, "I'm dropping them." Hold on mum," and I dropped to my knees in front of her."TOMMY!" she squealed as I eased her panties down and touched.