I sat on the couch and Jen sat beside me. In the semi-dark room, while she and Marge chatted about the movie, she was rubbing my cock in my pants. I w...s almost ready to come when the movie ended and the two ladies got up to make cocktails. After two drinks Marge said she was tired and wanted to go to bed early. I suggested she take an Ambien. It would help her sleep and get a good rest. She thought that was a good idea. So did I. So did Jen. As Marge was passing into her bedroom Jen and I were. Sorry to budge in, but I have to tell you that I’m leaving. Is it okay with you?’ ‘Yeah sure. It seems like you and Jena really hit it off huh?’ Alicia answered. ‘Oh yes. She single-handedly saved from certain doom and now she has somehow convinced me to leave and go do something fun. I don’t want to leave you hanging though. Are you sure it’s okay?’ ‘Of course. What are you two crazy fugitives going to do?’ ‘Don’t know. We’ll think of something.’ ‘If you don’t know what you’re going to do, I. War was money. War was power. War was posturing, peddling, and pandering their political influence. War was their political machine. War was professed to be good for the economy. A win/win for those in power, war was their hidden agenda excuse and their way to keep the middleclass down and their campaign war chest full. Nothing more than a boost to the economy and another uptick to the Dow Jones cumulative averages, America going to another needless, endless, and winless war was a monetary gain. "Buster. Back!" The dog pulled back, lashing out at the last moment to get one final taste of the treasure trove before him. He retreated to the other side of the room and lay there, waiting to be called back for more, but his wait would be longer than the a****l could have anticipated, because now James was going to have his turn with this woman he'd lusted after for over 40 years. He got on his knees and looked at the open hole before him, still glistening from the combination of her own.