She pushed play on the message and listenened:"Hi Beth. I have some bad news. I can't come down this weekend. Thepipes burst in my parent's basement. ...hey need me to come over and helpthem. I am leaving tomorrow and will be helping them with cleanup,repairs, etc. I know you are at dinner and you can't have your phonewith you at dinner which is why I am leaving you a voicemail. I willtalk to you later. Bye."Beth sat on her bed re-listening to his message. She had severalthoughts about Brad's. Thankkam couldn’t hold herself up like that, so down she fell on the remaining few inches of a prick she had never known before: she squealed as I bottomed out, my wet pubic hair up against her buttocks, and my hands grabbing for those tits I had dreamed of! Oh, they were so full, so heavy, the nipples so big and pointy…now we were both turned on more, as she relaxed back against me, my prick full inside her, my hands caressing her mounds and my fingers her nipples, my mouth starting to gently. Music was blasting, multi-color flashing out of every window in the house, and you could see the shadows of people dancing and doing other things. As soon as I walked in I was surrounded by people congratulating me and patting me on the back. Heading to the basement, I grabbed one of the drinks on the table, knowing that's where the real fun was at. Down in the basement I pushed past the half naked people dancing and moved to the back wall were knew Rachael was waiting. I walked up behind her. Ladies, Ms Fara Dangerfield.”The studio audience applauded as Fara walked confidently onto the studio set and sat down beside Victoria. Resplendent in a long black silk qipao with red piping on the hems and the fastenings, she was completely relaxed as she greeted her interviewer.“Fara, for those that don’t know - and I’m sure there can’t be many - tell about the start of the JUMIST programme and Kòngzhì Rén.”“Well, Victoria, I’m not sure about the political background and the whys and.