You know... sex."Smiling, she said, "Yes, I'm getting that." But, I feel funny. Talking about sex with you, I mean." Billy, you heard me tell Jean tha... sex is not a dirty subject. Private, certainly. And at times, very intimate. It's true that we don't talk about it with just anyone, but not because it's wrong, or bad or dirty. It's private. Well, this conversation is private. What you say here will stay here. No one else will hear what you tell me unless you tell them. I know kids think that. "i was flirting with these two young hot boys in the bar all night and i knew right away they wanted me in the worst way. we drank and laughed and flirted. I knew for sure he wanted me when i was laughing and i put my hand on his leg and i could feel his big thick cock hard in his pants going down his leg, i left my hand on it and gave it a squeeze. Finally i told them i had to get going and started to leave but they followed me out to the smoke pit. i started making out with one of them and. The simulation was perfect, and our men, who are sworn to protect the President, did just that. The perpetrator never got close to him. The anti-biological agents went into effect, immediately, until it was determined the agents were not released into the air. The Secret Service did a magnificent job.’ ‘Will the president be leaving soon?’ ‘I will answer that Henry.’ ‘Everyone stood up and said, ‘Good afternoon, Mister President.’ Clark Atwater was 20 feet behind him, among several other. Sometimes when I was working late, I would sleep there rather than disturb Sherry.When I got there I poured myself a nice stiff drink to try and overcome the ill feeling I had. Sherry had gone to the Mall by herself which was unusual being as she had always wanted me to come along.On this particular day she had been in a foul mood and there were a group of about 4 or 5 black men, ranging in age from 23 to 28 in that Mall who were bent on finding them some pussy. Once again Sherry's mouth got.