But to the people of small-town America, it's filler. As caring and as generous a people as we are, we really don't want 15 inches of copy on that."Re...lly, and this sounds bad and I don't mean it that way. It is just a fact. But really, we don't really want 15 inches on the war in Iraq and Afghanistan unless it directly affects us locally. If a local soldier — Martha who works at the Quick Stop's son, maybe — is injured or killed we want as much as you can give us. If some poor kid from Outer. He saw me leaning over the bathroom counter, playing with my own nipples whilst Sarah fingered my ass and rubbed the front of my panties with her hand like she was playing with her girlfriend’s pussy. He just laughed and walked out. “Do you want to cum tonight?” Sarah asked me just as I was on the verge of tears. “Yes, please Sarah, you said if I made you happy, something good might happen?” I responded, I don’t know how I was so hopeful but I tried. “Yes, now I’m going to talk to Mark. The. "I want you to cum on my belly Don. Please cum on me."Sara's breathing was starting to quicken. She was as excited as I was, perhaps more."Fuck my belly Don! Fuck me! You know you want to! You know you want to coat me in cum!"Sara's voice was starting to rise in pitch and volume. Any other time I would have been a bit concerned that it would carry in the open space around the hot tub cabana, but I was beyond caring at this point. I couldn't have done anything if I'd wanted to.I was pulling Sara. Why the hell did I run to work when I should have taken a god damn cab? My dancing was really going to suck.I checked the clock on my cell, 9:58. Only two minutes. Shit, I'd never be on time, not with all the make up and hair repair I had to do. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. That fuck-fest I'd had last night had gone on way too late. But fuck all if I could have stopped it. Hell, I thought those guys could have gone longer, fucking shame they couldn't.I yawned. Fuck if I could remember when I had gone to.