He came to the edge of the forest. He looked through it, unable to find the easy path he and Lassandra had strolled down last evening. He sighed and...pushed through the brush. It was extremely difficult; the branches were tough and unyielding, and he tripped and was scratched more times than he cared to count. But he kept at it until he reached the clearing.The woman were gathered near the plane and were singing. A beautiful song that filled the air and hushed the world. Kurt moved around. It was my mission to spare Jennifer from reading, or hearing about any of it.Jennifer received remarkable support from several outspoken, Hollywood women. Some even called out their own by name, in hard edged and angry retorts. The campaign to brutalize Jennifer’s last months of life waged far from our house in the mountains.When we landed in D.C. Jennifer asked me to take her home, not to the Residence, but to the mountains. I asked the crew to make one more trip for me, rather than have Air. She grabbed it out of my hand and opened it. As she read it, her face turned three shades of white. I could see she was regretting how she acted, but she didn't know how to get out of the hole she had dug herself into."Now, if you still want me to explain why I have the Jeep, I would be glad to call General Hamilton and let him explain it to you for me." I'm sorry Sir, that won't be necessary. Sorry we bothered you and have a good day. I hope you enjoy your visit."She handed me back my ID and. Andrea snapped out of her numbness, but put up a wall so the shock wouldn’t set in. She grabbed Patricks limp dick and put it into her mouth, sucking as hard as she could, rubbing up and down, fondling his ball sack, desperate to keep the both of them alive. She grabbed his hand and put it against her breast, hoping he’d play with it. It took a few minutes, but after she’d started moaning he finally hardened. “Good,” sighed the first man, they both already had raging boners, both of them.