"Thanks, what do you do?" I asked."Sorry, what?" she practically had to shout. "Come on," she said taking my right hand in hers."Where are we going?" ... asked, laughing. I tripped slightly. I noticed we were going into the ladies' toilets. "What are we doing in here?" Sorry about that. Thought it be easier for us to talk," she said."No, that's fine," I leaned against the wall feeling the amount of alcohol I had drunk getting to my head. She moved closer to me and our lips were almost touching.. They are from 8 to 16 and just need someone to love them and point them in the right direction. I got them food enough for today and tomorrow.”“Where is it Bill?” John Taylor asked.“West Seattle. SW California and Hanford. You’ll have to look around to find the entrance. It is under the church. Part of the old building under the new building. Somewhere in the 50’s or 60’s it was designated as a bomb shelter. Now it is just a bunch of cold open space. The kids have made it their home. It is. ....When we got in I offered him a pair of my sexy underwear to put on and get out of his wet swim trunks.Jean was in the bedroom putting on a baby-doll negligee and from his seat she was in plain view. We all sat on the sofa, jean in the middle and us on each side. I suggested to her to make us some rum and cokes. While she did I ask him if he would like to watch a porno. He said sure but he had never seen one before. He said he was only s*******n and his folks would have given him hell if he. The ewe's twat was elastic and hot around Oliver's stubby joint. As he stroked, it pulled on his foreskin like a suction cup. Both the men and the animal were grunting and too far out of whip range for Myrna to flick.Lazily she considered whether or not to enter the pen and nick little fleshpots from Oliver's ass with the whip. But she tried not to be cruel to any beast. So, instead she put the thought away and leaned on the gate to watch.Joan awoke with a start from where she slept curled like.